Through winter-time we call on spring,

冬天里我们呼唤和煦的春光，

And through the spring on summer call,

春天里我们期待夏天的骄阳，

And when abounding hedges ring

当繁茂的绿篱秋风瑟瑟，

Declare that winter's best of all;

又说冬天最该赞赏；

And after that there 's nothing good

可冬天来了又一无是处，

Because the spring-time has not come --

因为春天还未重新登场－－

Nor know that what disturbs our blood

难以明白困扰生命的活力，

Is but its longing for the tomb.

无非是对坟墓的渴望。