不被看见的，深院里的树枝仍将摇动，

Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway,

      柔弱的花朵将盛开又纷纷落下，

    The tender blossom flutter down,

      不被爱上的，那棵山毛榉将渐次变成褐色，

    Unloved, that beech will gather brown,

而这棵枫树也将燃尽它自身；

This maple burn itself away;

不被爱上的，向日葵，明媚闪烁，

Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair,

      围绕它种籽的花盘射出火苗，

    Ray round with flames her disk of seed,

      许多玫瑰康乃馨把夏日的芳香

    And many a rose carnation feed

播撒入嗡嗡作响的空气中；

With summer spice the humming air;

不被爱上的，小溪仍蜿蜒越过众多沙洲

Unloved, by many a sandy bar,

      再潺潺流向平原，

    The brook shall babble down the plain,

      无论是正午，还是

    At noon or when the lesser wain

小熊星座围绕北极星转动的夜晚；

Is twisting round the polar star;

不被在意的，一轮明月笼住多风的树林，

Uncared for, gird the windy grove,

      又涌进苍鹭和秧鸡的眠处，

    And flood the haunts of hern and crake;

      又或者如银色的利箭

    Or into silver arrows break

射入每一道河湾；

The sailing moon in creek and cove;

直到从这庭院和郊野

Till from the garden and the wild

      传来某种新的关系，

    A fresh association blow,

      而年复一年，陌生人的孩子

    And year by year the landscape grow

也熟悉了这片风光；

Familiar to the stranger's child;

就像劳作者年复一年耕耘

As year by year the labourer tills

      他们熟悉的土地，整饬林地；

    His wonted glebe, or lops the glades;

      年复一年，我们的记忆

    And year by year our memory fades

也将从这一带山陵间褪去。

From all the circle of the hills.