Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,以头枕在爱人酥软的胸脯上，

 

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,永远感到它舒缓地降落、升起；

 

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,而醒来，心里充满甜蜜的激荡，

 

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,不断，不断听着她细腻的呼吸，