When I Have Fears

　　When I have fears that I may cease to be

　　Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

　　Before high piled books, in charactery,

　　Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;

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

　　Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

　　And think that I may never live to trace

　　Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

　　And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!

　　That I shall never look upon thee more,

　　Never have relish in the faery power

　　Of unreflecting love; —then on the shore

　　Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

　　Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

　　每当我害怕生命或许就要止息，

　　我的笔来不及苦集盈溢的思绪，

　　或把文字变为高高堆起的书籍，

　　像饱贮的谷仓蓄满成熟的谷米;

　　每当我看见那缀满繁星的夜景，

　　巨大星云画出非凡的传奇幻像，

　　想到即使运气帮忙，对我垂青，

　　生前或许也无法追摹这些云影;

　　每当我感到那瞬间即逝的美颜，

　　也许从今以后再也不可能看见，

　　更无法享受轻松爱情魔力若仙

　　——于是，在广袤世界的崖岸，

　　我形孤影单地伫立，细细思量，

　　直到爱与声名沉入乌有的穹苍。