Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

雾霭迷濛、硕果芳醇的秋！

使万物成熟的太阳与你结为挚友；密谋以累累的珠球，缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤；村舍前青苔遍布的老树，苹果压弯了枝桠，让所有的果实都熟透；吹胀了葫芦，鼓起了榛子壳好塞进甜甜的果仁；又为了蜜蜂让越来越多过季的花儿结上蓓蕾，直到它们以为温暖的时光永无止休，因为夏日早已填满它们的粘巢。

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may findThee sitting careless on a granary floor,Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;Or on a half reap’d furrow sound asleep,Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hookSpares the next swath and all its twined flowers;And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keepSteady thy laden head across a brook;Or by a cider-press, with patient look,Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

谁不常见你藏身于谷仓？

有时，任谁外出寻找都能发现你无忧无虑地坐在打麦场上，发丝随着簸谷的风轻扬；或者，沉迷于罂粟花香，你酣睡在收割一半的田野上，让镰刀歇在下一畦庄稼和田垄的花丛旁；有时，如拾穗者你稳稳地顶着满载的收获越过溪流；或者，耐心地守候在榨果架旁，你长久地凝视徐徐渗下的酒浆。

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mournAmong the river sallows, borne aloftOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble softThe redbreast whistles from a garden-19)croft;And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

春之歌飘落何方？唉，何处觅其踪影？

别想这些了，你也有你的乐音，——当片片浮云把缓缓将逝的一天照映，玫瑰色的夕阳晕染了茬梗遍布的田野；这时，河边垂柳下秋虫的唱吟交织成悲哀的和声，它们时而飞起忽而下落，随着微风的轻拂或止息；长成的群羊在山涧咩咩叫唤；蟋蟀们在篱下歌唱；而知更鸟用高音在园中婉转啼鸣；丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃嘤咛。