Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;

四季构成了一年的度量；

     There are four seasons in the mind of man:

四季也存在于人的心中：

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear

他有蓬勃的春天，明澈的幻想

     Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

轻松地将所有的美收容；

He has his Summer, when luxuriously

     Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves

他有夏天，那时他总会

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high

沉浸于追忆那青春的情思，

     Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

咀嚼春天的蜜甜的余味，

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings

这梦使他与天堂近在咫尺。

     He furleth close; contented so to look

On mists in idleness—to let fair things

心灵的秋天是平静的湾澳，

     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.

他收拢翅膀，满足而悠闲地

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

望着雾色——任由各种美好

Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

如溪水不经意地流过门前。

他也有冬天黯然的凄情，

不然他就捐弃了人的本性。