The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;

年轻的恩底弥昂睡着他的觉；

The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!

这牧童，故事还剩一半没有讲；

The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold

明月东升，幽林被月光照亮，

To the red rising moon, and loud and deep

闪烁如黄金盾牌；哦，又听到

The nightingale is singing from the steep;

峭壁上夜莺嘹亮深沉的歌调；

It is midsummer, but the air is cold;

已经是仲夏，空气却阴冷清凉；

Can it be death? Alas, beside the fold

莫非他死了？唉！那羊栏近旁

A shepherd's pipe lies shattered near his sheep.

扔着残破的牧笛，而笛音已杳。

Lo! in the moonlight gleams a marble white,

看呵！月光下一方莹白的石碑，

On which I read: "Here lieth one whose name

碑上，我读到这样一句铭言：

Was writ in water." And was this the meed

“名随逝水的一人，在此安歇。”

Of his sweet singing? Rather let me write:

这就是对他妙曲仙喉的赞美？

"The smoking flax before it burst to flame

不如让我写：“压伤的芦苇已折断；

Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed."

麻秆刚冒烟，没烧出旺火，便熄灭。”