3

他知道誰的纖手放在門閂上，

用不著門兒送她映入眼簾；

他從她臥室的窗看見她的美色，

能比獵鷹的眼睛窺探得更遠；

他會守望得像她晚禱那樣恒久，

因為她的臉仰望同一的天堂；

通夜消磨在痛苦的相思中，

要聽她早晨下樓的腳步聲。

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.