I.

I.

荣耀在房间墙壁上！

A glory on the chamber wall!

荣耀在大脑中！

A glory in the brain!

荣耀的得胜的洪流倾泻

Triumphant floods of glory fall

在荒地、丘陵和平原上。

On heath, and wold, and plain.

地球静静地躺在无望的福佑中；

Earth lieth still in hopeless bliss;

她已经得到，不再寻求更多;

She has, and seeks no more;

忘记了这之后的日子，

Forgets that days come after this,

忘记了这之前的日子。

Forgets the days before.

每一道细浪涌流时，都挥动着

Each ripple waves a flickering fire

闪烁的喜乐之火，

Of gladness, as it runs;

他们欢笑着，闪光着，跳跃着，尖耸着，

They laugh and flash, and leap and spire,

抛起一万个太阳。

And toss ten thousand suns.

但听啊！低沉的，在世界的内部，

But hark! low, in the world within,

一个悲伤的风的音调:

One sad aeolian tone:

“啊！我们究竟能不能赢得

'Ah! shall we ever, ever win

一个属于我们自己的夏天？”

A summer of our own?'

II.

II.

一个风吹树摇的早晨——

A morn of winds and swaying trees-

地球的欢腾奔涌而出！

Earth's jubilance rushing out!

鸟儿在和风搏斗；

The birds are fighting with the breeze;

众水起伏不已。

The waters heave about.

白云扫过天空，

White clouds are swept across the sky,

影子掠过坟墓；

Their shadows o'er the graves;

将绿染紫，他们漂浮和飞行

Purpling the green, they float and fly

在阳光灿烂的波浪上。

Athwart the sunny waves.

长长的草——扎根于大地的海——

The long grass-an earth-rooted sea-

模仿着水的冲突。

坐船还是骑马？狂野的运动我们

Mimics the watery strife.

将找到和谐的生活。

To boat or horse? Wild motion we

Shall find harmonious life.

但到何种程度呢？滚、扫、弯

对大自然来说就够了；

But whither? Roll and sweep and bend

而运动永无止境

Suffice for Nature's part;

对我们的心是必要的。

But motion to an endless end

Is needful for our heart.

III.

III.

清晨如孵蛋的鸽子醒来

展开灰色的翅膀；

The morn awakes like brooding dove,

她羽毛的云朵在上迫近，

With outspread wings of gray;

给一个清醒的日子盖上屋顶。

Her feathery clouds close in above,

And roof a sober day.

空气深处没有动静！

树叶没有颤抖！

No motion in the deeps of air!

一种安静的满足到处都是，

No trembling in the leaves!

既不欢笑，也不悲痛！

A still contentment everywhere,

That neither laughs nor grieves!

一层银灰色的薄膜

笼罩在海洋的色调中；

A film of sheeted silver gray

白翼三桅帆船在华丽的蓝色小径上

Shuts in the ocean's hue;

劈开它们的道路。

White-winged feluccas cleave their way

In paths of gorgeous blue.

做梦吧，做梦吧，如梦的日子，

你的云都是梦！

Dream on, dream on, O dreamy day,

远处那个孩子正在做梦——

Thy very clouds are dreams!

他并不在他看起来所在的地方。

Yon child is dreaming far away-

He is not where he seems.

IV.

IV.

云雀起来了，他的信心坚定，

他登上早晨的天空；

The lark is up, his faith is strong,

众生孤独的声音，

He mounts the morning air;

他鸣唱着早晨的祷词。

Lone voice of all the creature throng,

He sings the morning prayer.

缓慢的云从南从北出现，

黑色的基座，闪亮的斜坡；

Slow clouds from north and south appear,

以阴郁的形式他们的力量，耸起

Black-based, with shining slope;

并爬上拱形的斗篷。

In sullen forms their might they rear,

And climb the vaulted cope.

一道闪电，一声雷轰！——

没有太阳也没有云在那里；

A lightning flash, a thunder boom!-

一个统一的、无处不在的黑暗

Nor sun nor clouds are there;

悬挂在沉重的空气中。

A single, all-pervading gloom

Hangs in the heavy air.

一个哭泣的荒费的下午

压低了雄心勃勃的谷物；

A weeping, wasting afternoon

琥珀色和红色，暮晚很快

Weighs down the aspiring corn;

又将回到金色的早晨。

Amber and red, the sunset soon

Leads back to golden morn.