The Human Seasons

　　人生的四季

　　——By 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；

　　Hehas 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—to 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。