They say eyes clear with age,

他们说眼睛随着年岁清澈，

As dew clarifies air

如同露珠滤净空气

To sharpen evenings,

夜晚变得澄明，

As if time put an edge

仿佛时光投下一道边框

Round the last shape of things

环绕在事物最后的形状，

To show them there;

使它们因此凸显；

The many-levelled trees,

树木层叠，

The long soft tides of grass

绵长而轻柔的草浪

Wrinkling away the gold

吹皱了金黄的

Wind-ridden waves-all these,

被风裹胁的波纹——所有这些，

They say, come back to focus

他们说,都会骤然重现，

As we grow old.

当我们老去。