by Sara Teasdale 

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years, 

I have less need now than when I was young 

To share myself with every comer 

Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue. 

随着岁月的逝去, 我的内心越来越富足

和青年时候不同, 我再也不用像从前那样 

同每个新认识的朋友, 都一见如故, 

或者一定要用语言把思想塑成具体形状 

It is one to me that they come or go 

If I have myself and the drive of my will, 

And strength to climb on a summer night 

And watch the stars swarm over the hill. 

他们来也好, 去也好, 在我看来是一回事

只要我能保有自我和坚强的意愿

只要我有力量，在夏日的夜晚爬上山去 

看星星成群涌过来, 在山的那一边

Let them think I love them more than I do, 

Let them think I care, though I go alone; 

If it lifts their pride, what is it to me 

Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone. 

随他们去相信，我爱他们, 爱得比实在还要多 

随他们去相信，我非常在乎, 虽然我一个人走 

假如能让他们得意, 对我又有什么关系 

只要我本身完整, 像一朵花或一块石头