见英国一片葱茏，胜过他乡；
To see no other verdure than its own,
听轻风吹过英国的高树林，低唱
To feel no other breezes than are blown
古老的传说，别的风怎能相比！
Through its tall woods with high romances blent.
但有时我仍恹恹地想去寻觅
Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
意大利天空，内心叹息着渴望
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
把阿尔卑斯山峰当王座来坐上，
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
而浑然忘却尘世的追名逐利。
And half forget what world or worldling meant.
英国多快乐！女孩们天真烂漫：
Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters,
叫我心醉呀，她们纯朴，动人，
Enough their simple loveliness for me,
伸出雪白的胳臂默默挽着你：
Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging:
但我仍热情如燃，时常想见见
Yet do I often warmly burn to see
眼含深情的丽人们，听她们歌吟，
Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing,
同她们一起游向仲夏的清溪。
And float with them about the summer waters.