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A splendid midsummer shone over England:
仲夏明媚的陽光普照英格蘭。
skies so pure, suns so radiant as were then seen in long succession, seldom favour even singly, our wave-girt land.
當時那種一連幾天日麗天清的氣候，甚至一天半天都難得惠顧我們這個波浪環繞的島國。
It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the South,
仿佛持續的意大利天氣從南方飄移過來，
like a flock of glorious passenger birds, and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion.
像一群燦爛的候鳥，落在英格蘭的懸崖上歇腳。
The hay was all got in; the fields round Thornfield were green and shorn;
干草己經收好，桑菲爾德周圍的田野己經收割干凈，顯出一片新綠。
the roads white and baked; the trees were in their dark prime;
道路曬得白煞煞仿佛烤過似的，林木蔥郁，十分茂盛。
hedge and wood, full-leaved and deeply tinted, contrasted well with the sunny hue of the cleared meadows between.
樹籬與林子都葉密色濃，與它們之間收割過的草地的金黃色形成了鮮明的對比。
On Midsummer-eve, Adèle, weary with gathering wild strawberries in Hay Lane half the day, had gone to bed with the sun.
施洗約翰節前夕，阿黛勒在海村小路上采了半天的野草莓，累壞了，太陽一落山就上一床睡覺。
I watched her drop asleep, and when I left her, I sought the garden.
我看著她入睡后，便離開她向花園走去。
It was now the sweetest hour of the twenty-four:
此刻是二十四小時中最甜蜜的時刻
"Day its fervid fires had wasted," and dew fell cool on panting plain and scorched summit.
“白晝己耗盡了它的烈火，”清涼的露水落在喘息的平原和烤灼過的山頂上。
Where the sun had gone down in simple state -- pure of the pomp of clouds
在夕陽樸實地西沉--并不伴有華麗的云彩的地方，
spread a solemn purple, burning with the light of red jewel and furnace flame at one point, on one hill-peak,
鋪展開了一抹莊嚴的紫色，在山峰的一個尖頂上燃一燒著紅寶石和爐火般的光焰，
and extending high and wide, soft and still softer, over half heaven.
向高處和遠處伸延，顯得越來越柔和，占據了半個天空。
The east had its own charm or fine deep blue, and its own modest gem, a casino and solitary star:
東方也自有它湛藍悅目的魅力，有它不事炫耀的寶石，一顆升起的孤星：
soon it would boast the moon; but she was yet beneath the horizon.
它很快會以月亮而自豪，不過這時月亮還在地平線之下。
