When I have fears that I may cease to be,

每当我害怕生命或许就要止息，

Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

我怕来不及将我，

Before high-piled books, in charactery,

像饱贮成熟谷米的谷仓般丰满翻涌的思绪，

Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

疾书为高高堆起的书籍，

When I behold, upon the night's starred face,

每当我凝视那缀满繁星的夜空，

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

巨大星云写意着浪漫的幻像，

And think that I may never live to trace,

我常想：即使神奇之手垂青于我，赐我良机，

Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

也无法追寻云影之痕，

And when i feel, fair creature of an hour,

每当我意识到那转瞬即逝的盛景，

That i shall never look upon thee more,

也许从今以后再不能见，

Never have relish in the faery power,

亦再也无法陶醉于亦真亦幻，

Of unreflecting love;

深沉的爱情，

－then on the shore，

——于是，在广袤之岸，

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,

我茕茕孑立，沉思忖度，

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

直到爱与声名，沉入虚无。