勃朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第一首 
我想起，当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏： 
I thought once how Theocritus had sung 
年复一年，那良辰在殷切的盼望中 
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, 
翩然降临，各自带一份礼物 
Who each one in a gracious hand appears 
分送给世人－－年老或是年少。 
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: 
当我这么想，感叹着诗人的古调， 
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, 
穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉， 
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, 
我看见，那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月－－ 
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, 
我自己的年华，把一片片黑影接连着 
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung 
掠过我的身。紧接着，我就觉察 
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, 
（我哭了）我背后正有个神秘的黑影 
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move 
在移动，而且一把揪住了我的发， 
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; 
往后拉，还有一声吆喝（我只是在挣扎）： 
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, -- 
“这回是谁逮住了你？猜！”“死，”我答话。 
`Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said. But, there 
听哪，那银铃似的回音：“不是死，是爱！” 
The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, but love.'