Easter DayThe silver trumpets rang across the Dome:The people knelt upon the ground with awe:And borne upon the necks of men I saw,Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.

Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.

My heart stole back across wide wastes of yearsTo One who wandered by a lonely sea,And sought in vain for any place of rest:'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,I, only I, must wander wearily,And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.

'复活节银色的号角吹响，越过了教堂的穹顶：人民心怀敬畏跪拜在大地上：透过颈项之间的缝隙，我看见，罗马神圣的教皇，像一尊伟大的天神。

教士的打扮，穿一袭比浪花更白的长袍，披着王室的红绶带，更像一名国王，他的头上高耸一顶金色的三重冠：教皇走回自己的住所，显赫而光鲜。

我的心偷偷地潜回那荒废的大片岁月，面对在孤独的大海边徘徊的人，他在徒然地寻找一处安身的场所：狐狸有洞穴，小鸟也有巢窝，我，只有我，必须疲惫地流浪，我的脚跟有淤青，啜饮泪水泡制的苦酒。

”【英汉对照|王尔德诗选：复活节查看网站：[db:时间]】