For love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirited purple of the vats, Or fox like in the vine; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns.
因为爱来自山谷，你下来找他吧;在快乐的门槛边，他，或与丰饶的玉米手牵手，或与紫红的大桶意气风发，或狐狸般在藤蔓上;也不愿踏着银角与死神和清晨同行。