A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
一件美好事物永遠(yuǎn)是一種歡樂(lè)：
它的美妙與日俱增;它決不會(huì)
化為烏有;而是會(huì)使我們永遠(yuǎn)有
一座幽靜的花亭，一個(gè)充滿美夢(mèng)，
健康，和勻靜的呼吸的睡眠。
因此，每天早上，我們都在編織
一根絢麗帶子把我們束縛于人世，
不管失望，不管無(wú)情的人缺少高貴的
本性。不管愁苦的歲月，不管設(shè)下
為我們搜索的不健康的黑暗的道路：
是呀，不管一切，一個(gè)美的形體
從我們陰暗的精神上移去棺衣：
太陽(yáng)，月亮，為天真的羊群長(zhǎng)出
綠蔭的古樹(shù)和幼樹(shù)就是這種事物;
水仙和它們生活其間的綠的世界，
為自己造好涼蔭以御炎季的清溪，
滿灑著麝香玫瑰的林中的叢藪，
都是這種事物：我們對(duì)偉大的古人
所想象的命運(yùn)的壯麗，我們所聽(tīng)到
或讀到的一切美妙的故事也都是
這種事物：從天的邊涯向我們
傾注的一支不盡的瓊漿的源泉。