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He_did_not_wear_his_scarlet_coat，For_blood_and_wine_are_red，And_blood_and_wine_were_on_his_hands；When_they_found_him_with_the_dead，The_poor_dead_woman_whom_he_loved，And_murdered_in_her_bed．He_walked_amongst_the_Trial_Men，In_a_suit_of_shabby_grey；A_cricket_cap_was_on_his_head，And_his_step_seemed_light_and_gay；But_I_never_saw_a_man_who_looked，So_wistfully_at_the_day．
他沒有穿猩紅的外衣，因為血和酒全是紅的，當人們見他在死者身旁，血和酒沾滿了他的手上，那可憐亡婦為他所愛，卻被他在她床上殺害。他走在審判人員的中央，身穿著一套粗劣的灰裝；一頂板球帽子戴在頭頂，腳步似乎顯得靈活輕盈；在這日子裏我從未見過，一個人渴望得那麼深刻。
I_never_saw_a_man_who_looked_With_such_a_wistful_eye_Upon_that_little_tent_of_blue，Which_prisoners_call_the_sky，And_at_every_drifting_cloud_that_went_With_sails_of_silver_by．
我從來沒看見一個人，帶著這樣渴望的眼神，把囚犯稱為天空的幕布，審視得是那樣心無旁騖，眼見每片飄過的浮雲，展現出銀帆般的豐韻。
I_walked，with_other_souls_in_pain，Within_another_ring，And_was_wondering_if_the_man_had_done，A_great_or_little_thing，When_a_voice_behind_me_whispered_low，“That_fellow’s_got_to_swing．”
我和其他痛苦的囚犯走在另一個圈子裏麵，正在納悶那個人犯過：重罪還隻是區區小錯，卻聽得有人在身後悄悄說，“那家夥脖子上要套繩索。”
Dear_Christ！the_very_prison_walls_Suddenly_seemed_to_reel，And_the_sky_above_my_head_became_Like_a_casque_of_scorching_steel；And，though_I_was_a_soul_in_pain，My_pain_I_could_not_feel．
天哪！眼見那牢房的高牆突然間似乎搖搖晃晃，我頭上那遙遠的雲霄，猶如熱鋼鑄造的盔帽；雖然我是一個痛苦的囚犯，我卻感覺不到自己的苦難。
I_only_knew_what_hunted_thought_Quickened_his_step，and_why_He_looked_upon_the_garish_day_With_such_a_wistful_eye；The_man_had_killed_the_thing_he_loved_And_so_he_had_to_die．
我很清楚什麼怪想法加快了他靈活的步伐，他麵對這俗麗的一天為何會這樣渴望滿眼；他殺了他所愛的東西，為此他隻得以命相抵。
Yet_each_man_kills_the_thing_he_loves_By_each_let_this_be_heard，Some_do_it_with_a_bitter_look，Some_with_a_flattering_word，The_coward_does_it_with_a_kiss，The_brave_man_with_a_sword！