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Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,

The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:

Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms

'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge

Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.

'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly

Hangs like a blue-thread loosened from the sky;

So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.

Oh! Clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,

This close-companioned inarticulate hour

When two-fold silence was the song of love.

你的手伸展在鲜嫩的长草里

指尖如玫瑰花一样透明：

你的眼睛漾着恬静的微笑。

云海汹涌的长空下，

牧场时而闪烁，时而暗淡。

在我们的巢穴周围，在我们的视野之内，

是镶着银边的金黄色的驴蹄草，是峨参环绕的山毛榉篱笆。

这可见的沉静，沙漏一般的沉静。

阳光追逐的枝苗深处，挂着一只蜻蜓，

像天空撒了手的蓝线；

像这生着翅膀的时光从我们头顶降落。

啊！心贴心地抱紧我们吧，为了这不朽的馈赠，

这亲密相伴的沉默时光,

双重的沉默就是一首爱情之歌。