The ten hours' light is abating,

十个小时的光正在减弱，

And a late bird flies across,

一只晚归的鸟飞过天空，

Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,

松树像久等的跳舞之人，

Give their black heads a toss.

黑色的树巅猛然颤动。

Beech leaves, that yellow the noon-time,

正午时泛黄的山毛榉叶子，

Float past like specks in the eye;

如点点灰斑在眼前漂浮；

I set every tree in my June time,

我在壮年时栽下的每棵树，

And now they obscure the sky.

现在已经遮暗了天幕。

And the children who ramble through here

漫步穿过这里的孩子们

Conceive that there never has been

会觉得，并不存在

A time when no tall trees grew here,

没有树木在此生长的时候，

A time when none will be seen.

这里将被夷为平地的时候。