夜无边际，又如此寥落，
只有一颗孤零零的星，
时时掠过的片片云翳，
惊扰了星光，明灭不定。

风吹彻小小的灌木林，
吹走了所有的树叶。
仲冬月，去又复来，
在每一处屋檐下徘徊。

躲去了哪里？那些小松鼠。
唯有一只狗儿来得太迟，
犹疑的毛蓬蓬的脚步，
在空荡的街头回响。

去看看百叶窗是否阖紧，
再把老摇椅挪到火炉旁，
想起那可怜的远行人，
她的摇椅就晃个不停。

多么惬意啊，她说，
一如主妇们温柔的数落。
你不在家，只对着空沙发，
纵然是雨夹雪的天气，
也比五月春光更可喜。

The Night was wide, and furnished scant
With but a single Star –
That often as a Cloud it met –
Blew out itself - for fear –

The Wind pursued the little Bush –
And drove away the Leaves
November left - then clambered up
And fretted in the Eaves –

No Squirrel went abroad –
A Dog's belated feet
Like intermittent Plush, be heard
Adown the empty street –

To feel if Blinds be fast –
And closer to the fire –
Her little Rocking Chair to draw –
And shiver for the Poor –

The Housewife's gentle Task –
How pleasanter - said she
Unto the Sofa opposite –
The Sleet - than May, no Thee –

BGM：好久不见