苍白的鬼影说话时，声音多么诡异，
它那可怜的舌头想努力说得
像它在人间醒来时的那个样子，
伊莎贝拉简直沉醉在那音乐里。
那声音听着有气无力，充满畏缩的抖颤，
犹如督伊德教徒的松了弦的竖琴；
幽怨地传来一曲鬼灵的伴唱之歌，
就像飘荡在荆棘丛间嘶哑的夜风声。

Strange sound it was, when the pale shadow spake;
For there was striving, in its piteous tongue,
To speak as when on earth it was awake,
And Isabella on its music hung:
Languor there was in it, and tremulous shake,
As in a palsied Druid’s harp unstrung;
And through it moan’d a ghostly under-song,
Like hoarse night-gusts sepulchral briars among.