I remember, I remember the house where I was born, the little window where the sun came peeping in at morn; he never came a wink¹ too soon nor brought too long a day; but now, I often wish the night had borne my breath away。

我记得呀，我记得：我出生的那间屋子，早晨，阳光从小窗进来窥视;他从不早来片刻，也不多留半晌，但现在，我常愿黑夜带走我的呼吸。

I remember, I remember the rose red and white, the violet and the lily-cups— those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin² built, and where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday,— the tree is living yet!

我记得呀，我记得：玫瑰花红白相映，还有紫罗兰和百合—— 全是由光织成的花朵!有知更鸟筑巢的紫丁香，还有哥哥在他生日那天种植的金链花，—— 它依然存活着!

I remember, I remember where I used to swing, and thought the air must rush as fresh to swallows on the wing; my spirit flew in feathers then that is so heavy now, and summer pools could hardly cool the fever on my brow。

我记得呀，我记得：我从前常在那儿荡秋千，想着拂面的风是如此清爽，风中的飞燕肯定也感觉一样;昔日我那自在翱翔的心灵，如今变得如此沉重，即使夏日的池塘也无法冷却我额头的热狂!

I remember, I remember the fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops were close against the sky: it was a childish ignorance, but now this little joy to know I’m farther off from heaven than when I was a boy。

我记得呀，我记得：苍郁高耸的冷杉;我从前常以为它们细长的树梢，已经逼近天空;虽然那只是孩子的幼稚无知，但是现在却少有那般快乐我知道儿时离我那么近的天堂，如今已经越来越远了。