Break, break, break                                                            Alfred Tennyson       Break, break, break,                                      冲激，冲激，冲激
On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!                      大海呀，冲激灰而冷的岩石
And I would that my tongue could utter                  我但愿我的舌端能说出
The thoughts that arise in me.                            我内心涌起的情思

O, well for the fisherman’s boy,                        多幸福啊，那渔家童子
That he shouts with his sister at play!                  在和妹妹嬉戏、叫嚷！
O, well for the sailor lad,                              多幸福啊，那少年水手
That he sings in his boat on the bay!                     唱着歌在海湾里荡浆！

And the stately ships go on                             还有庄严的船舶，一艘艘
To their haven under the hill;                            驶归山下它们的港口，
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,               但我只求听到那沉寂了的嗓音，
And the sound of a voice that is still!                   触到那只消逝了的手！

Break, break, break,                                       冲激，冲激，冲激
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!                        大海啊，在岩石脚下崩裂！
But the tender grace of a day that is dead              可是温柔美好的日子死了，
Will never come back to me.                                 与我从此永诀。
Break, break, break,