was surely October,

On this very night of last year,

That I journeyed—I journeyed down here!—

That I brought a dread burden down here—

On this night, of all nights in the year,

Ah! what demon has tempted me here?

Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber—

This misty mid region of Weir:—

Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber—

This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."

Said we, then—the two, then—"Ah, can it

Have been that the woodlandish ghouls—

The pitiful, the merciful ghouls,

To bar up our way and to ban it

From the secret that lies in these wolds—

From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds—

Have drawn up the spectre of a planet

From the limbo of lunary souls—

This sinfully scintillant planet

From the Hell of planetary souls?"

(1847)

尤娜路姆①

阴沉沉的天空一片蒙蒙灰色，

所有的树叶都已经焦枯凋零——

所有的树叶都已经萎蔫凋零：

这是在夜晚，在凄凉的十月

在我最无法追忆的那个年轮：

黑幽幽的奥伯湖畔阴冷萧瑟，

雾蒙蒙的韦尔森林萧杀凄清——

这是在奥伯阴湿的山顶湖侧，

在食尸鬼常出没的韦尔森林。

这里，沿着一条宽阔的小路，

路边有丝柏，我携灵魂漫游——

携我的灵魂普叙赫一道漫游。

那些日子我的心尚如火如荼