WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,

树上还没有一片叶子凋枯；

With ripening harvest prodigally fair,

庄稼成熟了，田野丰饶而壮丽，

In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,

秋阳朗照；却已有凉风习习

Sent from some distant clime where Winter wields

从冬神挥舞冰刀霜剑的远处

His icy scimitar, a foretaste yields

吹来，预告严酷的变化，嘱咐

Of bitter change, and bids the flowers beware;

花朵要留神；还低声耳语，唤起

And whispers to the silent birds, 'Prepare

肃静无哗的鸟雀:“你们的大敌

Against the threatening foe your trustiest shields.'

逼近了，要筑好栖巢，加强防护。”

For me, who under kindlier laws belong

而我——尊奉仁慈的律令，厕身于

To Nature's tuneful quire, this rustling dry

讴歌自然的歌手之中——却觉得：

Through leaves yet green, and yon crystalline sky,

绿叶间干爽的飒响，澄明的天色，

Announce a season potent to renew,

都预告一个雄伟季节的来到，

'Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of song,

伴随着：霜雪，歌曲的天然乐趣，

And nobler cares than listless summer knew.

高洁的情怀——炎夏所不曾知晓。