(場景，冬天，
色彩，鮮明。)

每根枝幹都隨之而粗大，
每束枝椏都隨之而彎折；
每個樹叉都象白色的蹼爪；
每條街道都因此而緘默：
有些飄灑道上的雪花，又摸索上升，
遇蜿蜒而降的同夥它們又迴轉下落。
木柵被膠粘在一起活象一堵牆，
並沒有風伴這羊毛似的雪飛落。

一隻麻雀鑽進了樹冠，
很快地就在樹上站妥，
一團雪竟以其瘦弱身軀，
三番飛臨襲擊了它的頭臉和眼窩，
並且掀翻了它，
又幾乎將它埋沒，
當它拂去了飛撲連打的雪團，
又在地面一枝椏上跌落。

向上，懷着微弱的希望，
足跡是一個發白的斜坡，
一隻黑貓過來，睜園的眼睛又眯細；
可我們輕信了這個傢伙。

Snow in the Suburbs

scene, winter,
color, contrast

Every branch big with it,
Bent every twig with it;
Every fork like a white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.
The palings are glued together like a wall,
And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.

A sparrow enters the tree,
Whereon immediately
A snow-lump thrice his own slight size
Descends on him and showers his head and eyes,
And overturns him,
And near inurns him,
And lights on a nether twig, when its brush
Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.

The steps are a blanched slope,
Up which, with feeble hope,
A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;
And we take him in.

---By Thomas Hardy