A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness 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.
一件美好事物永远是一种欢乐：
它的美妙与日俱增;它决不会
化为乌有;而是会使我们永远有
一座幽静的花亭，一个充满美梦，
健康，和匀静的呼吸的睡眠。
因此，每天早上，我们都在编织
一根绚丽带子把我们束缚于人世，
不管失望，不管无情的人缺少高贵的
本性。不管愁苦的岁月，不管设下
为我们搜索的不健康的黑暗的道路：
是呀，不管一切，一个美的形体
从我们阴暗的精神上移去棺衣：
太阳，月亮，为天真的羊群长出
绿荫的古树和幼树就是这种事物;
水仙和它们生活其间的绿的世界，
为自己造好凉荫以御炎季的清溪，
满洒着麝香玫瑰的林中的丛薮，
都是这种事物：我们对伟大的古人
所想象的命运的壮丽，我们所听到
或读到的一切美妙的故事也都是
这种事物：从天的边涯向我们
倾注的一支不尽的琼浆的源泉。
