如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？
Oind，thoubreathofAutumn’sbeing，
Thou，fromwhoseuheleavesdead
Aredrivesfromaerfleeing，
Yelloale，aicred，
&ilerimultitudes：Othou，
Whochariotesttotheirdarkwintrybed
Thewingedseeds，wheretheyliedlow，
Eachlikeacorpsewithinitsgrave，until
Thiershallblow
Hero’erthedreamih，andfill
（Drivibudslikeflockstofeedinair）
Withlivinghuesandodoursplainandhill：
WildSpirit，whichartmovingeverywhere；
&royerandPreserver；hear，oh，hear！
II
Thouoream，midthesteepsky’sotion，
Loosecloudslikeearth’sdegleavesareshed，
ShookfromthetangledboughsofHeavenandO，
Angelsofrainandlightning：therearespread
Onthebluesurfaeaerysurge，
&hebrighthairupliftedfromthehead
Ofsomefierad，evenfromthedimverge
Ofthehorizoh’sheight，
Thelocksoftheapproa，The
Ofthedyiowhichthisight
Willbethedomeofavastsepulchre，
Vaultedwithallthygregatedmight
Ofvapours，fromwhosesolidatmosphere
Bla，andfire，andhailwillburst：oh，hear！
III
Thouwhodidstwakenfromhissummerdreams
TheblueMediterranean，wherehelay，
&hecoilofhisestreams，
BesideaPumiBaiae’sbay，
Andsawinsleepoldpaladtowers
&hienserday，
Allrownwithazuremossandflowers