A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its lovliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower¹ 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 bind² us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman³ dearth⁴

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 pall⁵

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old and young, sprouting⁶ a shady boon⁷

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills

That for themselves a cooling covert⁸ make

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:

And such too is the grandeur⁹ of the dooms¹⁰

We have imagined for the mighty¹¹ dead;

An endless fountain of immortal¹² drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink¹³.

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。