How many flowers fail in wood —
Or perish from the Hill ---
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful ---
How many cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze ---
Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight ---
It bear to Other Eyes ---
有多少花儿凋谢在林地——
或是消失在山野——
而从未有机会知道
它们自己的美丽——
有多少叫不出明儿的豆荚
乘着来风飞起——
而从未意识到在别人眼里它们红红的身体
飞过大地时有多么娇美——
