e chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,

So trembled from afar—

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star?

(1827)

一个梦

在沉沉黑夜的幻影之中

我梦见欢乐已一去不回——

但大白天一个现实之梦

早已让我的心儿破碎。

唉！什么才不是白日梦幻

对他四下张望的眼睛

望周围之物用一种视线

用一种回顾过去的眼神？

那神圣之梦——神圣之梦，

当全世界都在发出吼声，

像一道美丽的光使我振奋，

引导一个孤寂的灵魂。

即使那道光如此遥远，

即使穿夜沐雨又有何妨——

难道它不能更纯洁灿烂

当照着真实的杲杲太阳。

（1827）

＂The Happiest Day＂

The happiest day—the happiest hour

My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,

The highest hope of pride, and power,

I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween

But they have vanish'd long alas!

The visions of my youth have been—

But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?

Another brow may ev'n inherit

The venom thou hast pour'd on me—

Be still my spirit.

The happiest day—the happiest hour

Mine eyes shall see—have ever seen

The brightest glance of pride and power

I feel—have been:

But were that hope of pride and power