Song of a Second April

Song of a Second April

April this year,

not otherwise Than April of a year ago,

Is full of whispers, full of sighs,

Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;

Hepaticas that pleased you so Are here again,

and butterflies.

今年的四月，

一切依旧，

和去年四月一样风光明秀，

依然充满低语，充满渴求，

你钟情的碧苔

依然葱茏，彩蝶依然飞来。