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　　Her eyes were large and full of light,

　　Her arms and neck were bare;

　　No garment she wore save a kirtle bright,

　　And her own long, raven hair.

　　她脖子、胳臂露在外邊,

　　一雙眼又亮又大;

　　身上除了那鮮明的袍子,

　　只披著長長的黑發.

　　8

　　And on her lips there played a smile，

　　As holy, meek, and faint,

　　As lights in some cathedral aisle

　　The features of a saint.

　　一絲笑意浮現在唇邊,

　　圣潔、溫柔、恬淡,

　　有如教堂廊道的燈火,

　　有如圣者的容顏.

　　9

　　“The soil is barren,——the farm is old;”

　　The thoughtful Planter said;

　　Then looked upon the Slaver’s gold,

　　And then upon the maid.

　　農場主想著心事,叨咕著:

　　"這農場,地老,田荒;"

　　他看看奴隸販子的金子,

　　又看看身邊的女郎.

　　10

　　His heart within him was at strife

　　With such accursed gains;

　　For he knew whose passions gave her life,

　　Whose blood ran in her veins.

　　他心里有斗爭,曉得是罪孽:

　　只有他,才最了解

　　是誰的情欲給了她生命,

　　他的血管里流著誰的血.

　　11

　　But the voice of nature was too weak;

　　He took the glittering gold!

　　Then pale as death grew the maiden’s cheek;

　　Her hands as icy cold.

　　可是天性的呼聲太微弱,

　　他抓起亮晶晶的黃金!

　　女郎的雙頰死一樣慘白,

　　他兩手冷得象冰.

　　12

　　The Slaver led her from the door,

　　He led her by the hand,

　　To be his slave and paramour

　　In a strange and distant land!

　　奴隸販子拉著她的手,

　　把她拉出了門口,

　　帶她去隔山隔海的異鄉,

　　當他的奴隸和姘頭!