我心爱潮曾狂涌，
星般海鸥高飞翔；
烈日炎炎掀泡沫，
迸溅岩石海岸上。
而今黄昏潮水落，
海鸥低回暗无光；
无阻思念如涛起，
永远破碎祭哀伤。

Tides

LOVE in my heart was a fresh tide flowing
Where the starlike sea gulls soar;
The sun was keen and the foam was blowing
High on the rocky shore.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in resistless yearning
Are broken forevermore.

---By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933，美国抒情女诗人， 于1918年获第一个诗歌普利策奖)