3

他知道谁的纤手放在门闩上，

用不着门儿送她映入眼帘；

他从她卧室的窗看见她的美色，

能比猎鹰的眼睛窥探得更远；

他会守望得像她晚祷那样恒久，

因为她的脸仰望同一的天堂；

通夜消磨在痛苦的相思中，

要听她早晨下楼的脚步声。

3

He knew whose gentle hand was at the latch,

Before the door had given her to his eyes;

And from her chamber-window he would catch

Her beauty farther than the falcon spies;

And constant as her vespers would he watch,

Because her face was turn’d to the same skies;

And with sick longing all the night outwear,

To hear her morning-step upon the stair.