当我们第一次见到那棵苹果树的时候

When first we saw the apple tree

它的树干笔直而且漆黑，

The boughs were dark and straight,

但我们无需悲伤，

But never grief to give had we,

尽管春天迟迟未至。

Though Spring delayed so late.

上次我离开那里的时候

When last I came away from there

苹果树上枝叶繁茂，

The boughs were heavy hung,

但我也并没有多少悲伤

But little grief had I to spare

给那英年早逝的夏天。

For Summer, perished young.