我青春的污点!你那无云的天空被微风吹拂着，它那灰白的枝条叹息着;现在我独自沉思，我常常和我所爱的人一起踏过你那柔软翠绿的草地;那些分散在远方的人，也许会像我一样，哀叹他们以前所知道的幸福景象:哦!当我再次追寻你蜿蜒的山峦，我的眼睛崇拜你，我的心依旧崇拜你，你这垂垂的榆树!我躺在它的枝头下，常常在暮色中沉思;我的四肢像从前一样斜倚在那里，可是啊!没有了当时属于我的思想。你的枝干是怎样呜咽着，迎着狂风，邀请胸脯回忆往事，当胸脯微微膨胀时，仿佛在低语:“趁你还能，作一次缠绵的，最后的告别吧!”当命运终于给我这炽热的胸膛降温，让它的忧虑和激情平静下来时，我常常想，它会抚慰我弥留的时刻，——如果有什么能在生命失去力量的时候抚慰我，——我知道有一个更卑微的坟墓，一个狭窄的牢房，会把我的胸膛藏在它爱住的地方。 With this fond dream, methinks, 'twere sweet to die— And here it lingered, here my heart might lie; Here might I sleep, where all my hopes arose, Scene of my youth, and couch of my repose; For ever stretched beneath this mantling shade, Pressed by the turf where once my childhood played; Wrapped by the soil that veils the spot I loved, Mixed with the earth o'er which my footsteps moved; Blest by the tongues that charmed my youthful ear, Mourned by the few my soul acknowledged here; Deplored by those in early days allied, And unremembered by the world beside.