他的声音又在门外响起，

那音调我早已熟悉。

我听到他向仆人询问，

问一个人，似乎是我。

拿着一朵花，我走过，

这一生我们还未曾相遇。

我的脸，对他仍陌生，

或许他眼里会闪过惊异。

我穿过大厅，脚步犹疑，

在沉默中，走出门，

整个世界在这一刻退去，

我只看见，他的脸。

我们交谈，仿佛漫不经心，

话题也随之飘忽不定，

我们的声音，带着一丝怯意，

似乎不敢去触及，

彼此深藏的记忆。

我们散步，把狗留在家里，

惟有温柔的月亮作伴，

体贴如它，只陪了一小段，

便留我们，独处。

我们“独处”——仿佛天使，

第一次在苍穹下展开双翼，

我们“独处”——仿佛圣徒，

以神秘的面纱将容颜遮蔽。

我愿，用血管里所有的紫色，

再换一次，我们“独处”。

只要这代价，他懂得，

只要这点点血迹，他一一细数。

Again - his voice is at the door -

I feel the old Degree -

I hear him ask the servant

For such an one - as me -

I take a flower - as I go -

My face to justify -

He never saw me - in this life -

I might surprise his eye!

I cross the Hall with?mingled?steps -

I - silent - pass the door -

I look on all this world contains -

Just his face - nothing more!

We talk in careless - and in toss -

A kind of plummet strain -

Each - sounding - shyly -

Just - how - deep -

The other's one - had been -

We walk - I leave my Dog - at home -

A tender - thoughtful Moon

Goes with us - just a little way -

And - then - we are alone -

Alone - If Angels are "alone" -

First time they try the sky!

Alone - if those "veiled faces" - be -

We cannot count - on High!

I'd give - to live that hour - again -

The purple - in my Vein -

But He must count the drops - himself -

My price for every stain!