我曾坐在一条小溪边，集中眼神

Seated once by a brook, watching a child

看一个划桨的孩子，因而被吸引。

Chiefly that paddled, I was thus beguiled.

在不远处的橡树丛和榛树丛中

Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush

乌鸫唱得悦耳，而画眉唱得难听，

Not far off in the oak and hazel brush,

没有任何人留意。从晦暗的艾蒿

Unseen. There was a scent like honeycomb

飘过来一丝甜蜜如蜂窝的味道。

From mugwort dull. And down upon the dome

一只蝴蝶在被役马踢了又踢的

Of the stone the cart-horse kicks against so oft

石头的圆顶上落下。蝴蝶汲取着

A butterfly alighted. From aloft

从高低两处散发的太阳的热气。

He took the heat of the sun, and from below.

他栖息在炎热的石头上，很惬意，

On the hot stone he perched contented so,

仿佛不会再有马车又一次经过

As if never a cart would pass again

那条路；仿佛我是人中最后一个，

That way; as if I were the last of men

他是昆虫中最初一只，能够同时

And he the first of insects to have earth

拥有大地和太阳并知道其价值。

And sun together and to know their worth.

我的注意力全分散在他，溪流的

I was divided between him and the gleam,

亮光、流动与声音，和吱吱地淌过

The motion, and the voices, of the stream,

砾石的流水上面，这流水永远都

The waters running frizzled over gravel,

不会消失，而是向前不停地奔流。

That never vanish and for ever travel.

一只灰鹟在篱笆上默默地停立，

A grey flycatcher silent on a fence

而我坐着，仿佛我们一直在那里，

And I sat as if we had been there since

自从马夫和银蹄的马最后一回

The horseman and the horse lying beneath

奔驰在丘陵上（如今他们躺在被

The fir-tree-covered barrow on the heath,

冷杉树覆盖的古坟之下，长眠于

The horseman and the horse with silver shoes,

荒野）。我能丢失的一切我已丢失。

Galloped the downs last. All that I could lose

然后那名孩子的声音唤醒死者。

I lost. And then the child’s voice raised the dead.

“之前无人来过这里”是她的所说，

"No one's been here before" was what she said

也是我的感触，可我找不到词语

And what I felt, yet never should have found

抒发此感，当我采集景象和声音时。

A word for, while I gathered sight and sound.