The Human Seasons
人生的四季
&mdash&mdashBy John Keats
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year
四季轮回构成了一年，
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
人的心灵也有四季更替：
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
他有生机勃勃的春天，
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
在幻想中把所有美景一览无余
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
在那奢华繁盛的夏天，
Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
他爱把春天采集的花蜜细细品尝，
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
沉浸在甜美的青春思绪中，
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
他高高飞扬的梦想几乎升上天堂
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
秋天他的心灵栖息在宁静的港湾，
He furleth close contented so to look
他收拢了疲倦的羽翼，
On mists in idleness&mdashto let fair things
休闲而满足地透过雾气遥望，任美好的事物
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
像门前的小溪不经意地流逝。
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
他终将走进冬天的苍凉晚景，
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
不然他就失去了凡人的本性。