欢乐绝不在家里停留：
Pleasure never is at home,
甜蜜的欢乐一触就化掉，
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
像大雨激起的一个个水泡；
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.
那就让插翅的幻想去流浪，
Then let winged Fancy wander
穿过那不断扩展的思想：
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
快敞开心灵牢狱的大门，
Open wide the mind's cage-door,
她会冲出去，飞向青云。
She'll dart forth and cloudward soar.
甜蜜的幻想呵，让她脱缰；
Oh, sweet Fancy, let her loose;
夏天的愉悦被享足就消亡，
Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
春天的种种赏心乐事，
And the enjoying of the spring
等花开花谢一切都流逝：
Fades as does its blossoming:
秋天的果实如圆唇红透，
Autumn's red-lipped fruitage, too,
雾霭里，露水下，一个个成熟，
Blushing through the mist and dew,
尝够就生厌：那该怎么办？
Cloys with tasting: what do then?
你可以坐在炉火旁边，
Sit thee by the ingle, when
看干柴着火，熊熊燃烧，
The sere faggot blazes bright,
那是冬夜的精灵在舞蹈；
Spirit of a winter's night;
无声的大地全被覆盖，
When the soundless earth is muffled,
经农家男孩用厚靴一踩，
And the caked snow is shuffled
整块的白雪就变得零乱；
From the ploughboy's heavy shoon;
这时候黑夜和中午会见，
When the night doth meet the noon
在暗中策划，秘密商量
In a dark conspiracy
怎样把黄昏从天空流放。
To banish even from her sky.
你尽管坐着，肃穆安泰，
Sit thee there and send abroad,