人的心灵中，也有春夏秋冬：
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
他有蓬勃的春天，让天真的幻想
He has his lusty spring, when fancy clear
把天下美好的事物全抓到手中；
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
到了夏天，他喜欢对那初春
He has his summer, when luxuriously
年华的甜蜜思维仔细地追念，
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves
沉湎在其中，这种梦使他紧紧
To ruminate, and by such dreaming nigh
靠近了天国：他的灵魂在秋天
His nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
有宁静的小湾，这时候他把翅膀
His soul has in its autumn, when his wings
收拢了起来；他十分满足、自在，
He furleth close, contented so to look
醉眼蒙眬，尽让美丽的景象
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
像门前小河般流过，不去理睬。
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook;
他也有冬天，苍白，变了面形；
He has his winter, too, of pale misfeature,
不然，他就超越了人的本性。
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.