托马斯·哈代，英国诗人、小说家。他是横跨两个世纪的作家，早期和中期的创作以小说为主，继承和发扬了维多利亚时代的文学传统;晚年以其出色的诗歌开拓了英国20世纪的文学。

I thought you a fire

On Heron-Plantation Hill,

Dealing out mischief the most dire

To the chattels of men of hire

There in their vill.

我想你是火焰

高高地燃烧在苍茫的种植园山岗

看着那些工人们与悲惨的命运达成交易

那里，躺着他们的村庄

But by and by

You turned a yellow-green,

Like a large glow-worm in the sky;

And then I could descry

Your mood and mien.

不久之后

你将换上黄绿色的裳

就像一只夜空下的萤火虫

我能够看见

你的沉思与静谧的风采

How well I know

Your furtive feminine shape!

As if reluctantly you show

You nude of cloud, and but by favour throw

Aside its drape . . .

我比谁人都明了

你的轻盈充满女性温柔的身躯

仿佛你不愿将

光洁的云朵加以示人

你更喜欢的是轻轻为它披上

一件薄纱

How many a year

Have you kept pace with me,

Wan Woman of the waste up there,

Behind a hedge, or the bare

Bough of a tree!

一年中我们曾并肩

踏足多少的地方

垃圾堆旁的苍白女人

走过篱笆墙外，或者是在那一株

落尽了叶子的树枝下

No novelty are you,

O Lady of all my time,

Veering unbid into my view

Whether I near Death’s mew,

Or Life’s top cyme!

我对你再也熟习不过

与我时刻相伴的月光女神

你走进我的眼际

无论我靠近死神的荒冢

亦或是生命之树的顶端!