没人看，园中树仍将摆动，

Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway,

　　柔嫩的花仍将抖落地上，

    The tender blossom flutter down,

　　没人爱，山毛榉依然变黄，

    Unloved, that beech will gather brown,

枫树仍把自己烧得通红。

This maple burn itself away;

没人爱，围着它的一盘籽。

Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair,

　　向日葵闪着火焰般的光，

    Ray round with flames her disk of seed,

　 同众多的玫瑰石竹一样。

    And many a rose carnation feed

把夏香添入嗡嗡的空气。

With summer spice the humming air;

没人爱，小溪仍流过平原，

Unloved, by many a sandy bar,

　　在多少沙洲边絮絮叨叨—一

    The brook shall babble down the plain,

　　无论这时候大阳当空照，

    At noon or when the lesser wain

或者小熊座绕北极星转。

Is twisting round the polar star;

没人管，运行的月仍照临，

Uncared for, gird the windy grove,

　　在河上。在湾中散成银箭

    And flood the haunts of hern and crake;

　　或者笼住风中的树一片，

    Or into silver arrows break

为苍鹭、秧鸡的栖处照明；

The sailing moon in creek and cove;

直到从野外、从这花园里，

Till from the garden and the wild

　　送来的是一种新的联想；

    A fresh association blow,

　　而岁月流逝，这里的风光

    And year by year the landscape grow

陌生人的孩子将会熟悉；

Familiar to the stranger's child;

如同庄稼人一年年耕耘

As year by year the labourer tills

　　他相熟的土地、砍伐树木；

    His wonted glebe, or lops the glades;

　　而我们的忆念渐渐模糊，

    And year by year our memory fades

一年年远离这一带山岭。

From all the circle of the hills.