The Theatre at ArgosNettles and poppy mar each rock-hewn seat:No poet crowned with olive deathlesslyChants his glad song, nor clamorous TragedyStartles the air; green corn is waving sweetWhere once the Chorus danced to measures fleets;Far to the East a purpls stretch of sea,The cliffs of gold that prisoned Danae;And desecrated Argos at my feet.

No season now to mourn the days of old,A nation's shipwreck on the rocks of Time,Or the dread storms of all-devouring Fate,For now the peoples clamour at our gate,The world is full of plague and sin and crime,And God Himself is half-dethroned for Gold!

Argos,1877阿耳戈斯的剧院荨麻与罂粟损毁了石制的座椅：没有带着橄榄枝的诗人不歇地吟唱他欢快的歌，也没有喧嚣的悲剧震惊四座；绿色的麦苗甜蜜地摇曳这里曾是合唱队应和节拍起舞的地方；远离东方的是紫色的海岸线，达那厄被囚禁的金色悬崖；被亵渎的阿耳戈斯在我的脚下。

现在来悲叹古昔的岁月不合时令，一艘民族的海船撞上时间的暗礁，或遭遇吞噬一切的命运之恐怖风暴，所以，而今人们在我们的大门前喧闹，这世界充满了瘟疫、罪孽和恶行，哦，上帝也因为金钱丢失了半个宝座！

阿耳戈斯，1877【英汉对照|王尔德诗选：阿耳戈斯的剧院查看网站：[db:时间]】