When first we saw the apple tree

当我们第一次见到那棵苹果树的时候

The boughs were dark and straight,

它的树干笔直而且漆黑，

But never grief to give had we,

但我们无需悲伤，

Though Spring delayed so late.

尽管春天迟迟未至。

When last I came away from there

上次我离开那里的时候

The boughs were heavy hung,

苹果树上枝叶繁茂，

But little grief had I to spare

但我也并没有多少悲伤

For Summer, perished young.

给那英年早逝的夏天。