Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.

有时，千百件乐器在我耳畔铮铮鸣响；有时，那些歌声会使久睡方醒的我再次入梦。梦里云层仿佛敞开，无数珍宝将要落在我身上；醒来时，我哭着想再回到梦中。