When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

　　伊人兩鬢擦鉛醋，澀眼朦朧似夢(mèng)撲

　　And nodding by the fire，take down this book,

　　臘至霜寒爐伴臥，時(shí)閑信手舊年書

　　And slowly read,and dream of the soft look

　　低眉緩誦拾遺愛，鈍目柔和夢(mèng)起浮

　　Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;

　　暮老回眸朝彩去，陳情故事影如初

　　How many loved your moments of glad grace,

　　青春舞動(dòng)容顏麗，世眾傾情只一時(shí)

　　And loved your beauty with love false or true,

　　月貌花容多仰慕，幾人假意幾人實(shí)

　　But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you

　　愛爾蘭文藝復(fù)興，威廉巴特勒葉芝

　　And loved the sorrows of your changing face

　　玉黛成傷終不棄，瓊顏斷碎不相離

　　And bending down beside the glowing bars,

　　躬身倚靠合詩(shī)卷，鑄銹紅爐熱鐵欄

　　Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled

　　怎嘆桃花空悵惘，虔誠(chéng)摯愛棄離焉

　　And paced upon the mountains overhead

　　蹣跚履步朝行處，澗水高山碧景前

　　And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

　　隱沒繁星君幻現(xiàn)，摘星采月送紅顏