春韻

春眠不觉晓，处处闻啼鸟
夜来风雨声，花落知多少

For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

--- Algernon Charles Swinburne