I met a little cottage cirl:
　　She was eight years old, she said;
　　Her hair was thick with many a curl.
　　That clustered round her head.
　　
　　She had a rustic, woodland air,
　　And she was wildly clad:
　　Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
　　— Her beauty made me glad.
　　
　　“Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
　　How many may you be?”
　　“How many? Seven in all.” she said
　　And wondering looked at me.
　　
　　“And where are they? I pray you tell.”
　　She answered, “Seven are we;
　　And two of us at Conway dwell1,
　　And two are gone to sea.”
　　
　　“Two of us in the church-yard lie,
　　My sister and my brother;
　　And, in the church-yard cottage, I
　　Dwell near them with my mother.”
　　
　　“You say that two at Conway dwell,
　　And two are gone to sea,
　　Yet ye2 are seven! — I pray you tell,
　　Sweet Maid, how this may be.”
　　
　　Then did the little Maid reply,
　　“Seven boys and girls are we;
　　Two of us in the church-yard lie,
　　Beneath the church-yard tree.”
　　
　　“You run above, my little Maid,
　　Your limbs they are alive;
　　If two are in the church-yard laid,
　　Then ye are only five.”
　　
　　我們是七个（一）
　　威廉·华兹华斯（卞之琳译）
　　
　　我碰见一个乡村小姑娘：
　　她说才八岁开外；
　　浓密的发丝一卷卷从四方
　　包裹着她的小脑袋。
　　
　　她带了山林野地的风味，
　　衣着也带了土气：
　　她的眼睛很美，非常美；
　　她的美叫我欢喜。
　　
　　“小姑娘，你们一共是几个，
　　你们姊妹弟兄？”
　　“几个？一共是七个。”她说，
　　看着我像有点不懂。
　　
　　“他们在哪儿？请给我讲讲。”
　　“我们是七个，”她回答，
　　“两个老远的跑去了海上，
　　两个在康威住家。
　　
　　“还有我的小姐姐、小弟弟，
　　两个都躺在坟园，
　　我就位在坟园的小屋里，
　　跟母亲，离他们不远。”
　　
　　“你既说两个跑去了海上，
　　两个在康威住家，
　　可还说是七个！——请给我讲讲，
　　好姑娘，这怎么说法。”
　　
　　“我们一共是七个女和男，”
　　小姑娘马上就回答，
　　里头有两个躺在坟园
　　在那棵坟树底下。”
　　
　　“你跑来跑去，我的小姑娘，
　　你的手脚都灵活；
　　既然有两个埋进了坟坑，
　　你们就只剩了五个。”