I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
.
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

我坐在壁炉旁回想
我曾见过的风光
草原的花儿和蝴蝶
在记忆的夏日里飞扬
.
还有那黄叶和蛛丝
飘舞在曾经的秋日
晨雾朦胧了阳光
微风轻抚我发丝
.
我坐在壁炉旁遐想
未来该是何样
当凛冽寒冬袭来
我却看不到春的希望
.
有太多、太多的事情
我还未曾得见：
每一轮冬去春来
都带来新绿无限
我坐在壁炉旁畅想
想起上古的人物
又想到后世的来者
我所不知的新事奇物
.
我一边想着，念着，
岁月峥嵘的往故
一边盼着，听着门口
游子的归家脚步

我觉得这标题大概可以弄成类似“火旁闲思”啥的……

我坐在壁炉旁回想
我曾见过的风光
草原的花儿和蝴蝶
在记忆的夏日里飞扬
.
还有那黄叶和蛛丝
飘舞在曾经的秋日
晨雾朦胧了阳光
微风轻抚我发丝
.
我坐在壁炉旁遐想
未来该是何样
当凛冽寒冬袭来
我却看不到春的希望
.
有太多、太多的事情
我还未曾得见：
每一轮冬去春来
都带来新绿无限
我坐在壁炉旁畅想
想起上古的人物
又想到后世的来者
我不得而知的新事奇物
.
我一边想着，念着那些
岁月峥嵘的往故
一边盼着，听着门口
游子的归家脚步