July
---by Edward Thomas
Naught moves but clouds,and in the glassy lake
there doubles and the shadow of my boat.
The boat itself stirs only when I break
this drowse of heat and solitude afloat
to prove if what I see be bird or mote,
or learn if yet the shore woods be awake.

Long hours since dawngrew,-spread,
-and passed on high
and deep below,-I have watched the cool reeds hung
over images more cool in imaged sky:
Nothing there was worth thinking of so long;
all that the ringdoves say,far leaves among,
brims my mind with content thus still to lie.
七月
万物宁静，唯有流云，晶莹的湖泊，
云影缓移，浮泛着舟影。
扁舟轻荡，我用桨儿划破
沉沉的炎热，和迷离的寂寞；
为了辨认:望见的是鸟抑或纤尘,
为了探明:湖畔树林是否苏醒。

晨曦早已微明-弥漫
-飘向晴空
又溶于碧波；我久久凝视冷冷的芦苇，
影入云天毵毵的水中，凉意更浓；
在这悠悠的时光，物我两忘；
远处树丛，斑尾鸽喁喁细语，
我静卧谛听，恍惚置身仙境。