每当我害怕我的生命将会停息，

When I have fears that I may cease to be

而我的笔还未捕捉到我丰富的思绪，

   Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

还未用书写筑起高垒的书籍，

Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,

有如谷仓装满熟透的谷粒；

   Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,

每当我凝视星光璀璨的夜空，

   Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

上有至高的浪漫，大象无形，

And think that I may never live to trace

想我或许活不到那一天，来用

   Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;

神来之笔描绘出它的片影；

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

   That I shall never look upon thee more,

每当我感到再不能见到你——

Never have relish in the faery power

转瞬即逝的美丽的人儿，

   Of unreflecting love—then on the shore

再不能领略无忧无虑的

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

爱情的魅力;——我便沉思着

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

独自伫立在广袤世界的尽头，

直到爱情和荣誉都化入无有。