By June our brook's run out of song and speed.

　　Sought for much after that， it will be found

　　Either to have gone groping underground

　　(And taken with it all the Hyla breed

　　That shouted in the mist a month ago，

　　Like ghost of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow)

　　Or flourished and come up in jewelweed，

　　Weak foliage that is blown upon land bent

　　Even against the way its waters wnt.

　　Its bed is left a faded paper sheet

　　Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat

　　A brook to none but who remember long.

　　This as it will be seen is other far

　　Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.

　　We love the things we love for what they are.

　　一到六月，我们的小溪就不流也不唱了。

　　再过一阵子去看，便会发现溪水

　　要嘛，全摸索到地底下去了

　　(连带着所有的雨蛙族

　　一个月前，它们还在迷雾之中叫着，

　　像雪橇铃的鬼魂在雪花的鬼魂之中‥‥)

　　要嘛，就挥舞着，在水金凤里冒了上来，

　　细瘦的叶子在岸上被风吹斜

　　而且还是背着流水的方向斜。

　　留下溪床，一张褪色的纸片

　　上面满是枯死的叶子，被晒得粘贴在一起‥‥

　　除了记性好的以外，谁也认不出这是一条溪流

　　可以想见的是，这条溪流与一路唱着流向

　　其它地方的许多溪流是太不相同了。

　　我们爱吾所爱，无他，爱其本色而已。

　　诗歌欣赏：Bed In Summer 夏日之床

　　(1)

　　In winter I get up at night 冬日我大清早起床

　　And dress by yellow candle-light.借着黄色的蠋光穿裳。

　　In summer quite the other way，夏日完全相反，

　　I have to go to bed by day.我必须在日间上床。