Flower-gathering

BY Robert Frost (1874-1963)

I left you in the morning,

And in the morning glow,

You walked a way beside me

To make me sad to go.

Do you know me in the gloaming,

Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?

Are you dumb because you know me not,

Or dumb because you know?

All for me? And not a question

For the faded flowers gay

That could take me from beside you

For the ages of a day?

They are yours, and be the measure

Of their worth for you to treasure,

The measure of the little while

That I've been long away.

清晨，我离开你

沐浴着清晨的明辉

你，在另一条道上

使我走得伤悲

你是否知道，黄昏

我已形容憔悴一身灰尘?

你默不作声是因为不了解，

还是因为了解默不作声?

全都由我?就不问我

那已凋谢的美艳花朵

那些花曾使我离开你身边

度过几个世纪般的一天?

花已是你的，请以花为尺

度量你珍视他们的价值

度量我远离开你的

那一小会。