像某种老式的奇迹
当夏日时光远去——
夏天的回忆
和六月的趣事
像无尽的传说
像灰姑娘的栗色马——
或是绿林英雄，小约翰——
蓝胡子的陈列室——
她的蜜蜂发出虚构的嗡鸣——
她的花朵，仿佛梦境——
几乎令我们，喜极而泣——
它们看上去，如此真切——
她的回忆似旋律，重现——
当乐队喑哑无声——
小提琴放回琴盒——
耳朵，与天堂，失去知觉——
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done—
Seems Summer’s Recollection
And the Affairs of June
As infinite Tradition
As Cinderella’s Bays—
Or Little John—of Lincoln Green—
Or Blue Beard’s Galleries—
Her Bees have a fictitious Hum—
Her Blossoms, like a Dream—
Elate us—till we almost weep—
So plausible—they seem—
Her Memories like Strains—Review—
When Orchestra is dumb—
The Violin in Baize replaced—
And Ear—and Heaven—numb—