大海迷蒙灰暗

陆地漆黑绵长

半轮黄月独大低悬

沉睡中惊怵的细浪在

激荡的波卷里腾跃

船儿奋力推进了海湾

在泥沙上停速止行

徒步一英里海香温濡的沙滩

再横过三片畴田农庄便映入眼帘

窗格上轻轻一敲

迅疾麻利火柴棒擦出蓝色的火花

那贯穿着欢悦和慌张的划声

比两颗对应的心跳

还要式

灰蒙阴暗的大海，

漆黑绵长的陆地。

半轮黄月独大低悬。

微小的波纹从沉睡中

怵滑入激荡的海浪

我把船儿推入港湾

在泥沙上停泊

顺着一英里潮水温浸的海岸

步过三片畴田农庄映入眼帘

轻敲窗格

快速利落的一划擦出蓝色的火花

那贯穿着欢悦和惊恐声响

比两颗互动的心音

还要微弱

微

Meeting at Night

By Robert Browning （1812–1889）

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!