他们说眼睛随着年岁清澈，

They say eyes clear with age,

如同露珠滤净空气

As dew clarifies air

夜晚变得澄明，

To sharpen evenings,

仿佛时光投下一道边框

As if time put an edge

环绕在事物最后的形状，

Round the last shape of things

使它们因此凸显；

To show them there;

树木层叠，

The many-levelled trees,

绵长而轻柔的草浪

The long soft tides of grass

吹皱了金黄的

Wrinkling away the gold

被风裹胁的波纹——所有这些，

Wind-ridden waves-all these,

他们说,都会骤然重现，

They say, come back to focus

当我们老去。

As we grow old.