壹件美好事物永遠是壹種歡樂
--John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us,and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams,and health,and quiet breathing.
Therefore,on every morrow,are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence,of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures,of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching:yes,in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.Such the sun,the moon,
Trees old and young,sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
壹件美好事物永遠是壹種歡樂：
它的美妙與日俱增；它決不會
化為烏有；而是會使我們永遠有
壹座幽靜的花亭,壹個充滿美夢,
健康,和勻靜的呼吸的睡眠.
因此,每天早上,我們都在編織
壹根絢麗帶子把我們束縛於人世,
不管失望,不管無情的人缺少高貴的
本性.不管愁苦的歲月,不管設下
為我們搜索的不健康的黑暗的道路：
是呀,不管壹切,壹個美的形體
從我們陰暗的精神上移去棺衣：
太陽,月亮,為天真的羊群長出
綠蔭的古樹和幼樹就是這種事物；
水仙和它們生活其間的綠的世界,
為自己造好涼蔭以禦炎季的清溪,
滿灑著麝香玫瑰的林中的叢藪,
都是這種事物：我們對偉大的古人
所想象的命運的壯麗,我們所聽到
或讀到的壹切美妙的故事也都是
這種事物：從天的邊涯向我們
傾註的壹支不盡的瓊漿的源泉.