街头的脸庞 英文版.doc

街头的脸庞 英文版 They lie the man who tell us in a loud decisive tone. That a ant is here a stranger ,and that misery’s unkown. For where the nearest suburb and the city ,proper meet. My window-sill is level with the faces in the street— Drifting past ,drifting past . To the beat of weary feet?sWhile I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street. And cause I have to sorrow ,in a land so yound and fair. To see upon those lovers stamped the marks of want and care. I look in vain for traces of the fresh and fair and sweet. 此处散失十九句,接下来： And then the only ,faces fill the sun is sinking down. Are those of out side tvilers and the idlers of the toen. Save here and there a face that seems a stranger in the street. Tells of the city’s unemployed upon his weary beat—— Drifting round, drifting round. To the tread of listless feet. Ah ! My heart aches for the owner of that sad face in the street. And when the hours on lagging feet have slowly dragged away. And sickly yellow gaslights rise to mock the going day. Then flowing past my window like a in its retreat. Again ,I see the pallid stream of faces in the street棗 aEbbing out, ebbing out. To the drag of tired feet. While my heart is aching dumbly for the faces in the street. And now all blurred and smirched with vice the day’s sad pages end. For while the short large hours towards the longer small hours treed. With smiles that mock the wearer and with words, that half entreats. Delilah pleads for custom at the corner of the street棗 tSinking down, sinking down. Battered wreck by tempests beat棗 A dreadful, thankless trade is hers ,that woman of the street. Where human forms shall far away in sties for swine unmeet. Rotting out, rotting out. For the lack of air and meat. In dens of vice Godery and horror that are hidden form the street. Wonder would the apathy of wealthy men endure. Where all their window leved with the faces of the poor? Ah! Mammon’s slaves your knees shall knock your hearts in the terrorbeat. When God d