Frederick G. Tuckerman -- Under the Mounta ...

Under the mountain, as when first I knew
Its low dark roof and chimney creeper-twined,
The red house stands; and yet my footsteps find,
Vague in the walks, waste balm and feverfew.
But they are gone: no soft-eyed sisters trip
Across the porch or lintels; where, behind,
The mother sat, sat knitting with pursed lip.
The house stands vacant in its green recess,
Absent of beauty as a broken heart.
The wild rain enters, and the sunset wind
Sighs in the chambers of their loveliness
Or shakes the pane--and in the silent noons
The glass falls from the window, part by part,
And ringeth faintly in the grassy stones.

黄杲炘 译:

那幢红房子仍旧矗立在山脚旁
特克曼
 
那幢红房子仍旧矗立在山脚旁，
低低的黑屋顶，带爬山虎的烟囱，
宛如我初见的模样；脚下的路中，
是些恹恹无主的小白菊、白壳杨。
可人去屋空：门廊或者门窗里
没了眼盈盈的姐妹倩影，后面，
也没嘟着嘴的母亲坐着打毛线。
房子空荡荡坐落在绿色山凹里—
已丧失了所有的美，像碎了的心。
狂乱的雨儿打进去，落日时的风
在那些房间里为其可爱而悲叹，
或者摇撼着窗户—寂静的午间，
一块块碎玻璃从窗上掉落地上，
在长草的石板上（    ）作响。

本博主注：在网络上，最后一句原文是“在长草的石板上幽幽哐啷作响”，窃以为不妥。不知我的网友们有什么看法？