MUSIC, when soft voices die,     

Vibrates in the memory;     
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,     
Live within the sense they quicken;     
  
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,             
Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed:     
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,     
Love itself shall slumber on.

音乐，当轻柔的歌声消散
会继续在记忆中震颤
清香，当甜美的紫罗兰凋谢
会在唤醒的嗅觉中摇曳

玫瑰叶，当玫瑰的花朵死亡
就堆积成至爱者的花床
你的思想亦如是，即使你已离去
爱，将在沉睡中继续