1667 - I watched her face to see which way

Следила за ее лицом,
Но так и не смогла
Понять, дошли ли до нее
Те страшные слова.
Что совершалось в ней потом?
Шли годы. День настал:
Она поникла, как цветок,
Когда мороз сковал.


I watched her face to see which way
She took the awful news —
Whether she died before she heard
Or in protracted bruise
Remained a few slow years with us —
Each heavier than the last —
A further afternoon to fail,
As Flower at fall of Frost.