Faintheart In A Railway Train

徐志摩翻譯過此詩 大體不錯 然而仍無法如原詩之簡單 動人

Faintheart In A Railway Train
the morning there passed a church, At ten there passed me by the sea, At twelve a town of smoke and smirch, At two a forest of oak and birch, And then, on a platform, she: A radiant stranger, who saw not me. I queried, 'Get out to her do I dare?' But I kept my seat in my search for a plea, And the wheels moved on. O could it but be That I had alighted there!