楼主揭晓答案了
Ten years, dead and living dim and draw apart. I don't try to remember, But forgetting is hard. Lonely grave a thousand miles off, Cold thoughts, where can I talk them out?

又一译：For ten years the living of the dead knows nought. Though to my mind not brought. Could the dead be forgot? Her lonely grave is far, a thousand miles away. To whom can I my grief convey?