Hand in hand they went out of the bower, and they were standing in the beautiful garden of their home.

他们手挽着手走出了这片树荫，现在站在家中美丽的花园里。

And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower Instead of hiding there.

可它的花朵是多么可爱，颜色明艳又漂亮；她本应在树荫下放异彩，而不是悄然躲藏。

The walls were banked with pine branches that gave out a spicy smell, making the corners of the room into pretty bowers where the chaperons and old ladies would sit.

四壁墙脚放着许多清香扑鼻的松枝，几个角落更装饰得如凉亭一般，那是老太太们和陪伴人爱坐的地方。

He dreamed of his home, of his dear native bowers, And pleasures that waited on life's merry morn; While Memory each scene gayly covered with flowers, And restored every rose, but secreted the thorn.

树荫下，家的幻觉，稚气地企盼，晨曦苏醒，欣然回想，每簇花丛的记忆，品尝美好，将痛苦深深藏匿。