Wintry boughs against a wintry sky;冬日的樹枝映衬着天庭； Yet the sky is partly blue 幾多苍穹仍湛藍盈盈，    And the clouds are partly bright:—  還有幾多明亮的雲層。  Who can tell but sap is mounting high而元氣正漸漸攀昇—   Out of sight,  誰能看得分明：  Ready to burst through? 隨時欲衝騰？Winter is the mother-nurse of Spring,冬季乃是春天的保姆， Lovely for her daughters sake, 迷人因其女之故，   Not unlovely for her own :  其自身丑陋—倒也並不：For a future buds in everything;因爲萬物終將萌芽復甦；   Grown, or blown,  或開花，成熟，  Or about to break. 或行將破土。 —by Christina Georgina ROSSETTI（1830—1894）译注：*此诗题系英国著名诗人济慈（John Keats，1795－1821）的 商籁诗《致荷马》（ To HOMER）之第11行（可参阅敝博拙译）。