When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,

当落叶松缀满玫红色的幼芽，

   And rarely pipes the mounted thrush;

      枝头画眉鸣出罕有的欢歌，

   Or underneath the barren bush

      或是从光秃秃的灌木丛里

Flits by the sea-blue bird of March;

突然掠过三月海蓝色的翠鸟；

来，显现你的形体，我会辨识出

Come, wear the form by which I know

      那个我大学时代最熟悉的灵魂，

   Thy spirit in time among thy peers;

      未尽岁月的希望

   The hope of unaccomplish'd years

在你额前，辽阔又清澈。

Be large and lucid round thy brow.

当夏日一点点成熟，变化了

When summer's hourly-mellowing change

      五月的气息，伴随玫瑰的芬芳

   May breathe, with many roses sweet,

      在那环绕孤单田庄起伏着的

   Upon the thousand waves of wheat,

一千重麦浪之上；

That ripple round the lonely grange;

来，但不要在无眠的长夜，

Come: not in watches of the night,

      而在温暖日光下，

   But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,

      来，你死后形体的美丽，

   Come, beauteous in thine after form,

像极好的，光中的光。

And like a finer light in light.