I.

I.

A glory on the chamber wall!

荣耀在房间墙壁上！

A glory in the brain!

荣耀在大脑中！

Triumphant floods of glory fall

荣耀的得胜的洪流倾泻

On heath, and wold, and plain.

在荒地、丘陵和平原上。

Earth lieth still in hopeless bliss;

地球静静地躺在无望的福佑中；

She has, and seeks no more;

她已经得到，不再寻求更多;

Forgets that days come after this,

忘记了这之后的日子，

Forgets the days before.

忘记了这之前的日子。

Each ripple waves a flickering fire

每一道细浪涌流时，都挥动着

Of gladness, as it runs;

闪烁的喜乐之火，

They laugh and flash, and leap and spire,

他们欢笑着，闪光着，跳跃着，尖耸着，

And toss ten thousand suns.

抛起一万个太阳。

But hark! low, in the world within,

但听啊！低沉的，在世界的内部，

One sad aeolian tone:

一个悲伤的风的音调:

'Ah! shall we ever, ever win

“啊！我们究竟能不能赢得

A summer of our own?'

一个属于我们自己的夏天？”

II.

II.

A morn of winds and swaying trees-

一个风吹树摇的早晨——

Earth's jubilance rushing out!

地球的欢腾奔涌而出！

The birds are fighting with the breeze;

鸟儿在和风搏斗；

The waters heave about.

众水起伏不已。

White clouds are swept across the sky,

白云扫过天空，

Their shadows o'er the graves;

影子掠过坟墓；

Purpling the green, they float and fly

将绿染紫，他们漂浮和飞行

Athwart the sunny waves.

在阳光灿烂的波浪上。

The long grass-an earth-rooted sea-

长长的草——扎根于大地的海——

模仿着水的冲突。

Mimics the watery strife.

坐船还是骑马？狂野的运动我们

To boat or horse? Wild motion we

将找到和谐的生活。

Shall find harmonious life.

但到何种程度呢？滚、扫、弯

But whither? Roll and sweep and bend

对大自然来说就够了；

Suffice for Nature's part;

而运动永无止境

But motion to an endless end

对我们的心是必要的。

Is needful for our heart.

III.

III.

清晨如孵蛋的鸽子醒来

The morn awakes like brooding dove,

展开灰色的翅膀；

With outspread wings of gray;

她羽毛的云朵在上迫近，

Her feathery clouds close in above,

给一个清醒的日子盖上屋顶。

And roof a sober day.

空气深处没有动静！

No motion in the deeps of air!

树叶没有颤抖！

No trembling in the leaves!

一种安静的满足到处都是，

A still contentment everywhere,

既不欢笑，也不悲痛！

That neither laughs nor grieves!

一层银灰色的薄膜

A film of sheeted silver gray

笼罩在海洋的色调中；

Shuts in the ocean's hue;

白翼三桅帆船在华丽的蓝色小径上

White-winged feluccas cleave their way

劈开它们的道路。

In paths of gorgeous blue.

做梦吧，做梦吧，如梦的日子，

Dream on, dream on, O dreamy day,

你的云都是梦！

Thy very clouds are dreams!

远处那个孩子正在做梦——

Yon child is dreaming far away-

他并不在他看起来所在的地方。

He is not where he seems.

IV.

IV.

云雀起来了，他的信心坚定，

The lark is up, his faith is strong,

他登上早晨的天空；

He mounts the morning air;

众生孤独的声音，

Lone voice of all the creature throng,

他鸣唱着早晨的祷词。

He sings the morning prayer.

缓慢的云从南从北出现，

Slow clouds from north and south appear,

黑色的基座，闪亮的斜坡；

Black-based, with shining slope;

以阴郁的形式他们的力量，耸起

In sullen forms their might they rear,

并爬上拱形的斗篷。

And climb the vaulted cope.

一道闪电，一声雷轰！——

A lightning flash, a thunder boom!-

没有太阳也没有云在那里；

Nor sun nor clouds are there;

一个统一的、无处不在的黑暗

A single, all-pervading gloom

悬挂在沉重的空气中。

Hangs in the heavy air.

一个哭泣的荒费的下午

A weeping, wasting afternoon

压低了雄心勃勃的谷物；

Weighs down the aspiring corn;

琥珀色和红色，暮晚很快

Amber and red, the sunset soon

又将回到金色的早晨。

Leads back to golden morn.