Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, 啊，春日的歌哪里去了？但不要 想这些吧，你也有你的音乐—— While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; 当波状的云把将逝的一天映照， 以胭红抹上残梗散碎的田野， Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft 这时啊，河柳下的一群小飞虫 就同奏哀音，它们忽而飞高， Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 忽而下落，随着微风的起灭； 而群羊在山圈里高声默默咩叫； Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. 篱下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在园中 红胸的知更鸟就群起呼哨； 丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。