In the cold pale sunlight that was slanting down, I spied 在寒冷的苍白的阳光斜斜了下来，我窥探

Frost reflecting on the glass and in the air outside, 霜反射在玻璃上，并在外部的空气，

Fond relations mouthing words of love and tragedy. 美好的关系唱衰爱情和悲剧的话。

Though it's cold there's vapour rising from a moving stream. 虽然它的冷有蒸汽从移动流上升。

In a narrow, shallow bed of fine linen and starch, 在细麻布和淀粉窄，浅床，

Where her long hair tumbled once upon her graceful arch, 在那里她的长发在她优美的拱形重挫一次，

Lace hung on the counters and the walnut cabinets, 花边挂在柜台和核桃柜，

Teeth ware chattering like schoolgirls clicking castanets. 牙齿洁具叽叽喳喳像女生一下响板。

   

There will be no light to guide as you ascend the stairs. 不会有任何的光，指引你拾级而上。

There may be a candle as you kneel and say your prayers. 有可能是蜡烛，你跪下，说你的祷告。

Throw the window wide and open, keep this mark from me, 抛出窗外开阔，保持这个标记我，

Just the letter "T" and its most dread companion "B". 就在字母“T ”，其最可怕的同伴“B” 。

   

How in heaven? Hadn't it been conquered long ago? 如何在天上？没有它被征服不久前？

How did it come back again? It's just a curio. 它是怎么回来了？这只是一个古玩。