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If You Were Coming In The Fall

BY EMILY DICKINSON

IF you were coming in the fall,

I ’d brush the summer by

With half a smile and half a spurn,

As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,

I ’d wind the months in balls,

And put them each in separate drawers,

Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,

I ’d count them on my hand,

Subtracting till my fingers dropped

Into Van Diemen’s land.

If certain, when this life was out,

That yours and mine should be,

I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,

And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length

Of time’s uncertain wing,

It goads me, like the goblin bee,

That will not state its sting.

如果你能在秋季来到，

我会用掸子把夏季掸掉，

一半轻蔑，一半含笑，

象管家妇把苍蝇赶跑。

如果一年后能够见你，

我将把月份缠绕成团——

分别存放在不同的抽屉，

免得，混淆了日期——

如果只耽搁几个世纪，

我会用我的手算计——

把手指逐一屈起，直到

全部倒伏在亡人国里。

如果确知，聚会在生命——

你的和我的生命，结束时——

我愿意把生命抛弃——

如同抛弃一片果皮——

但是现在难以确知

相隔还有多长时日——

这状况刺痛我有如妖蜂——

秘而不宣，是那毒刺。

然后是一些短诗，均是先原文后译文，一段英文加一段中文即是一首（因为好多都没标题……）

艾米莉.狄金森(Emily Dickinson)(1830～1886) 为美国隐士女诗人，生前写过一千七百多首令人耳目一新的短诗，却不为人知，死后名声大噪。她诗风独特，以文字细腻、观察敏锐、意象突出著称。 题材方面多半是自然、死亡、和永生。

I never saw a moor

I never saw a Moor--

I never saw the Sea--

Yet know I how the Heather looks

And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God

Nor visited in Heaven--

Yet certain am I of the spot

As if the Checks were given--

我从未看过荒原--

我从未看过海洋--

可我知道石楠的容貌

和狂涛巨浪。

我从未与上帝交谈

也不曾拜访过天堂--

可我好像已通过检查

一定会到那个地方 。

Beclouded

THE sky is low, the clouds are mean,

A travelling flake of snow

Across a barn or through a rut

Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day

How some one treated him;

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught

Without her diadem.

天低又复云暗，

飞过雪花一片。

穿越车辙马圈，

去留择决艰难。

谁人这样待风，

令其整天抱怨。

自然犹如我等，

时常没戴皇冠。

I’M Nobody! Who are you?

I’M Nobody! Who are you?

Are you--Nobody--too?

Then there’s a pair of us!

Dont tell! they’d advertise--you know!

How dreary--to be--Somebody!

How public--like a Frog--

To tell your name--the livelong June--

To an admiring Bog!

我是无名之辈! 你是谁?

你也是无名之辈吗?

那么我们为一对!

别说! 他们会传开去-- 你知道!

多无聊-- 是-- 某某名人!

多招摇-- 象个青蛙--

告诉你的名字 -- 漫长的六月--

给一片赞赏的沼泽!

"Faith" is a fine invention

"FAITH" is a fine invention

When Gentlemen can see--

But Microsopes are prudent

In an Emergency.

" 信念" 是个微妙的发明

当绅士们能看见的时候--

但显微镜却是谨慎的

在紧急的时候。

Escape

I NEVER hear the word "escape"

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad

by soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars--

only to fail again!

我一听说"逃亡"这个词

血液就加快奔流,

一个突然的期望,

一个想飞的冲动。

我从未听说敞开的监狱

被战士们攻陷,

但我幼稚的用力拖我的围栏--

只不过再失败!

"Hope"

"HOPE" is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul，

And sings the tune without the words，

And never stops at all，

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest Sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of Me.

" 希望" 是物长着羽毛

寄居在灵魂里，

唱着没有词的曲调，

绝无丝毫停息，

微风吹送最为甘甜

暴雨致痛无疑

能够使得小鸟不安

保有此多暖意。

听它越过奇妙大海

飞遍严寒田地

可它不要我面包屑

哪怕饥饿至极。

The heart asks pleasure first

The heart asks pleasure first,

And then, excuse from pain;

And then, those little anodynes

That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;

And then, if it should be

The will of its Inquisitor,

The liberty to die.

心先要求愉快

再要求免除疼痛；

其后，要那些小止痛片

来减轻苦痛；

然后，要求睡觉；

如它法官的愿望

而后应当是

要求去死的自由。

Compensation

For each ecstatic instant

We must an anguish pay

In keen and quivering ratio

To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour

Sharp pittances of years,

Bitter contested farthings

And coffers heaped with tears.

为每一个狂喜的瞬间

我们必须偿以痛苦至极，

刺痛和震颤

正比于狂喜。

为每一个可爱的时刻

必偿以多年的微薄薪饷，

辛酸争夺来的半分八厘

和浸满泪水的钱箱。

The Battlefield

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,

Like petals from a rose,

When suddenly across the June

A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass, --

No eye could find the place;

But God on his repealless list

Can summon every face.

他们雪片般落下，他们流星般落下，

象一朵玫瑰花的花瓣纷纷落下，

当风的手指忽然间

穿划过六月初夏。

在眼睛不能发现的地方，--

他们凋零于不透缝隙的草丛；

但上帝摊开他无赦的名单

依然能传唤每一副面孔。

I had no time to hate, because

I had no time to hate, because

The grave would hinder me,

And life was not so sample I

Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since

Some industry must be,

The little toil of love, I thought,

Was large enough for me.

我没有时间憎恨，因为

坟墓会将我阻止，

而生命并非如此简单

能使我敌意终止。

我也没时间去爱，

仅因为必须有点勤奋，

我以为爱的那少许辛苦

对我已是足够莫大难忍。

My River runs to thee—

Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?

My River waits reply—

Oh sea—look graciously—

I’ll fetch thee Brooks

From spotted nooks—

Say—Sea—Take me!

我的河儿流向你--

蓝色的海! 会否欢迎我?

我的河儿待回响--

大海啊--样子亲切慈祥--

我将给你请来小溪

从弄污的角落里--

说呀--大海--接纳我!

My friend must be a Bird--

Because it flies!

Mortal, my friend must be,

Because it dies!

Barbs has it, like a Bee!

Ah, curious friend!

Thou puzzlest me!

我的朋友肯定是只鸟--

因为它飞翔!

我的朋友肯定是个人,

因它会死亡!

它有倒刺,象蜜蜂一样!

哦,古怪的朋友啊!

你使我迷茫!

Is Heaven a Physician?

Is Heaven a Physician?

They say that He can heal -

But Medicine Posthumous

Is unavailable -

Is Heaven an Exchequer?

They speak of what we owe -

But that negotiation

I’m not a Party to -

天堂是个医生吗？

他们说他能治病；

但死后的医药

是没有效用的。

天堂是国库吗？

他们谈及我们欠的债；

可是那谈判

我没参加。

(71)

A throe upon the features -

A hurry in the breath -

An ecstasy of parting

Denominated “Death” -

An anguish at the mention

Which when to patience grown,

I’ve known permission given

To rejoin its own.

剧痛在于特征上

急切在于那迹象

告别的狂喜

称之为“死亡”

当去忍受成长

苦恼就因之遭遇

我知道许可已经给予

去与同类团聚

The Mystery of Pain

Pain has an element of blank;

It cannot recollect

When it began, or if there were

A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain.

痛有一个空白的元素；

不能够记起

当它开始，或如有一天

当它不是痛时。

它没有未来只有自己，

包含它无限的领地

它是过去，开明的去感知

新的痛的周期。

It was too late for Man -

But early, yet for God -

Creation - impotent to help -

But Prayer - remained - Our Side -

How excellent the Heaven -

When Earth - cannot be had -

How hospitable - then - the face

Of our Old Neighbor God -

对人类而言太晚

可对于上帝还早

创世，虚弱无力的帮助

可剩下的，我们还能够祈祷

当地上不能存在

天堂是何等美妙

那时，我们老邻居上帝的表情

会多么好客，殷勤，周到

(79)

Going to Heaven!

I don’t know when -

Pray do not ask me how!

Indeed I’m too astonished

To think of answering you!

Going to Heaven!

How dim it sounds!

And yet it will be done

As sure as flocks go home at night

Unto the Shepherd’s arm!

Perhaps you’re going too!

Who knows?

If you should get there first

Save just a little space for me

Close to the two I lost -

The smallest “Robe” will fit me

And just a bit of “Crown” -

For you know we do not mind our dress

When we are going home -

I’m glad I don’t believe it

For it would stop my breath -

And I’d like to look a little more

At such a curious Earth!

I’m glad they did believe it

Whom I have never found

Since the mighty Autumn afternoon

I left them in the ground.

去天堂！

我不知何时-

请千万别问我怎样！

我实在太惊讶

想不出回答你！

去天堂！

多么黯淡悲凉！

可是必将做到

就象羊群夜晚一定回家

给牧羊人来关照！

也许你也正在去！

谁知道呢？

假若你要先到那里

就请为我保留一小块空间

靠近我失去的两位亲人-

那最小的“睡袍”对我会合适

和仅仅一点点“花冠”-

你知道当我们回家

我们不在意穿着

我很高兴我不信它

因它会停止我的呼吸-

而我愿意多看上一眼

这样一个稀奇古怪的尘世！

我很高兴他们信它

他们我再没有找到过

自从那伟大的秋天的午后

我在地底下离开他们。

Who is the East?

The Yellow Man

Who may be Purple if He can

That carries in the Sun.

Who is the West?

The Purple Man

Who may be Yellow if He can

That lets Him out again.

谁是东方？

金黄之人

他许是紫红之人

携带日出

谁是西方？

紫红之人

他许是金黄之人

载送日落

(107)

‘Twas such a little - little boat

That toddled down the bay!

‘Twas such a gallant - gallant sea

That beckoned it away!

‘Twas such a greedy - greedy wave

That licked it from the Coast -

Nor ever guessed the stately sails

My little craft was lost!

它是个这样小的小船

东倒西歪下了港湾！

何等雄浑壮观的大海

吸引着它离远！

如此贪婪强烈的波浪

拍打着它离开海岸；

未曾猜到这庄严宏伟的风帆

我的手工小船还是迷失不见！

I keep my pledge.

I was not called -

Death did not notice me.

I bring my Rose.

I plight again,

By every sainted Bee -

By Daisy called from hillside -

By Bobolink from lane.

Blossom and I -

Her oath, and mine -

Will surely come again.

我信守我的誓言。

我未曾被召唤-

死神没有通知我，

我带着我的玫瑰。

我再次发誓，

以每只神圣的蜜蜂-

以从山坡唤来的雏菊-

以来自小巷的食米鸟的名义。

花朵和我-

她的誓言和我的-

一定将再来一次。

Angels, in the early morning

May be seen the Dews among,

Stooping - plucking - smiling - flying -

Do the Buds to them belong?

Angels, when the sun is hottest

May be seen the sands among,

Stooping - plucking - smiling - flying -

Parched the flowers they bear along.

天使，在清晨时分

许在露中看到她们，

弯腰-采摘-微笑-飞翔-

难道这花蕾属于她们？

天使，当烈日如火

许在沙中看到她们

弯腰-采摘-微笑-飞翔-

她们带走的花儿已烤成干身。

Answer July -

Where is the Bee -

Where is the Blush -

Where is the Hay?

Ah, said July -

Where is the Seed -

Where is the Bud -

Where is the May -

Answer Thee - Me -

Nay - said the May -

Show me the Snow -

Show me the Bells -

Show me the Jay!

Quibbled the Jay -

Where be the Maize -

Where be the Haze -

Where be the Bur?

Here - said the year -

七月回答

哪里是蜜蜂

哪里是红色

哪里是干草？

啊，七月说

哪里是种子

哪里是萌芽

哪里是五月

我让你回答

不-五月说

示我白雪

示我钟铃

示我松鸦！

挑剔的松鸦

哪里是玉米

哪里是薄雾

哪里是芒刺？

这里，年说到。

The Lady feeds Her little Bird

At rarer intervals -

The little Bird would not dissent

But meekly recognize

The Gulf between the Hand and Her

And crumbless and afar

And fainting, on Her yellow Knee

Fall softly, and adore -

女士喂她的小鸟

几乎毫无间隔

小鸟没有不同意

而是温顺地认可

鸿沟于这手和她之间

于无碎屑和在远方之间

昏晕, 轻轻地跌倒在

她黄皮肤的膝上, 怀着崇拜

(377)

To lose one’s faith—surpass

The loss of an Estate—

Because Estates can be

Replenished—faith cannot—

Inherited with Life—

Belief—but once—can be—

Annihilate a single clause—

And Being’s—Beggary—

丧失一个人的信念，

远大于失去一份地产；

因地产能够再置，

而信念无法重建。

信念可与生承继，

但却只有一次；

废止个单一条款做人

实乃乞丐赤贫。

How far is it to Heaven?

As far as Death this way?

Of River or of Ridge beyond

Was no discovery.

How far is it to Hell?

As far as Death this way?

How far left hand the Sepulchre

Defies Topography.

多远至天堂?

其遥如死亡;

越过山与河,

不知路何方.

多远至地狱?

其遥如死亡;

多远左边坟,

地形学难量.

(1090)

I am afraid to own a Body—

I am afraid to own a Soul—

Profound—precarious Property—

Possession, not optional—

Double estate—entailed at pleasure

Upon an unsuspecting Heir—

Duke in a moment of Deathlessness

And God, for a Frontier.

我害怕拥有灵魂--

我害怕拥有肉身--

深奥的危险的财产--

拥有--没有选择的成分--

双倍资产--愉快限定继承的财产

给一个未想到的继承人--

一个永恒瞬间的君主

一个统辖新疆土的神

(1292)

Yesterday is History,

‘Tis so far away—

Yesterday is Poetry—

‘Tis Philosophy—

Yesterday is mystery—

Where it is Today

While we shrewdly speculate

Flutter both away.

昨天是历史,

它是如此久远--

昨天是诗歌--

它是哲学理念--

昨天是迷团--

哪里又是今天

而我们精明思索时

两者振翅飞远.

Ashes (1063)

Ashes denote that Fire was—

Revere the Grayest Pile

For the Departed Creature’s sake

That hovered there awhile—

Fire exists the first in light

And then consolidates

only the Chemist can disclose

Into what Carbonates.

灰烬代表有过火--

最灰的那堆使人敬畏

因死去的生物之缘故

它们曾在那片刻盘旋迂回--

火先以光的形式存在

然后则旺火强焰

唯有化学家能够透露

变成了什么碳酸盐。

He forgot—and I—remembered (203)

He forgot—and I—remembered—

’Twas an everyday affair—

Long ago as Christ and Peter—

"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire."

"Thou wert with him"—quoth "the Damsel"?

"No"—said Peter, ’twasn’t me—

Jesus merely "looked" at Peter—

Could I do aught else—to Thee?

他忘了—而我—却记得—

这是作为基督和彼得

许久以前的一件日常事物—

“温暖他们”以“圣殿之火”。

“你和他”—谈论“少女”？

“不”—彼得说，“那不是我—”

基督只是看着彼得—

对你—我岂能别有所做？

He was weak, and I was strong—then (190)

He was weak, and I was strong—then—

So He let me lead him in—

I was weak, and He was strong then—

So I let him lead me—Home.

’Twasn’t far—the door was near—

’Twasn’t dark—for He went—too—

’Twasn’t loud, for He said nought—

That was all I cared to know.

Day knocked—and we must part—

Neither—was strongest—now—

He strove—and I strove—too—

We didn’t do it—tho’!

他弱，而我强—于是—

他让我带他走进—

我弱，而他强，于是—

我让他领我回家。

路不远—门就在附近—

天也不黑—由于他去了—

声不高—因他没说话—

那就是我想知道的一切。

白昼敲门—我们必须分别—

现在—没有人是最强的—

他努力了—而我也努力了—

尽管我们不曾做啥！

Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death--

He kindly stopped for me--

The Carriage held but just Ourselves--

And Immortality.

We slowly drove--He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility--

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess--in the Ring--

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--

We passed the Setting Sun--

Or rather--He passed us--

The Dews drew quivering and chill--

For only Gossamer, my Gown--

My Tippet--only Tulle--

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground--

The Roof was scarcely visible--

The Cornice--in the Ground--

Since then--’tis Centuries--and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses’ Heads

Were toward Eternity--

因为我不能够停下等死--

他为我停下友善和气--

四轮马车只载着我俩--

和不死。

我们慢慢驱车--他知道不急

而我也挥去了

我的工作和安逸，

缘他彬彬有礼--

我们经过学校，值课间休息

孩子们围成圆环--打逗游戏--

我们经过农田凝望五谷

我们经过落日--

确切地说--是他经过了我们--

那露水引来了冷颤寒气--

因我的女礼服--仅为纤细的薄纱织物

我的披肩--不过是绢网而已

我们暂停于一幢建筑物前

它看上去好似一片地面隆起--

那屋顶几乎看不见--

宛如飞檐装饰着大地--

自那以后--若干个世纪--

可还是感觉比那天短，

我第一次猜测到那马头

是朝向永恒之地--

谁给我一首英语诗,十句以上,单词简单点就行

The Bight 海湾

by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

At low tide like this how sheer the water is.

White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare

and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches,

Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,

the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,

the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.

One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire

one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.

The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock

already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.

The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash

into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard.

it seems to me, like pickaxes,

rarely coming up with anything to show for it,

and going off with humorous elbowings,

Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar

on impalpable drafts

and open their tails like scissors on the curves

or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.

The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in

with the obliging air of retrievers,

bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks

and decorated with bobbles of sponges.

There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock

where, glinting like little plowshares,

the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry

for the Chinese-restaurant trade.

Some of the little white boats are still piled up

against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,

and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm.

like torn-open, unanswered letters.

the bight is littered with old correspondences.

Click. Click. Goes the dredge,

and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.

All the untidy activity continues,

awful but cheerful.

海潮退到这样的时候，水便分外清澈了。

白色的石灰泥滩，层层露出水来，浪纹斑驳，闪耀亮眼。

条条小船，晒得干干的；根根木桩，则干得像火柴棒。

吸收而非被吸收，

海湾里的水弄不湿任何东西，

而且呈现出一种瓦斯火开至最低时的颜色。

你可以闻到那海水正转化成瓦斯；假如你是波特莱尔的话

你说不定可以听到那海水正转化成马林巴木琴的声音。

而码头尾端，一个褐色小型捞网正在那里捞着

一直在那里以绝对冷硬的调子，打着双节棒，伴奏着。

水鸟都是特大号的。鹈鹕哗啦冲

入这一泓奇异的瓦斯之中，真是小题大作，

这景象对我来说，有点像鹤嘴锄，

一锄下去，拉回来看看，什么也没有，

于是只好游到一边，样子滑稽的挤入鹈鹕堆里去了。

黑白相间的军舰鸟翱翔在

捉摸不定的气流里

尾巴张开，如剪刀弯弯裁过

尾巴紧绷，如叉骨绷然颤动。

腥臭的海绵船不断的开了进来

以一种猎狗衔回东西般的殷勤姿态，

上面竖立着稻草人般的鱼叉鱼钩

装饰着垂悬吊幌的海绵。

沿着码头，有一排方格铁丝网墙

上面，挂着闪闪发光犁刀般

灰蓝鲨的尾巴，一条条的，在那里风干，

准备卖给中国餐馆。

一些白色的小船，仍然相互靠在一起

堆着放，或侧着放，船身破裂，

还没修好（要是将来真还会去修的话），都是上回暴风弄坏的，

像一封封拆开而没有回复的信。

这小海湾内到处都丢着废弃的信件。

卡啦卡啦，捞网上下捞着，

捞上来滴滴答答一大堆石灰泥。

所有乱七八糟的事都在进行着，糟是糟透了，不过却满愉快的。

1.

I AM THE WIND

我是风

I am the wind that wavers,

我是那舞动的风

You are the certain land;

而你是那安静的土地

I am the shadow that passes

Over the sand.

我是那跨越你土地的影子

I am the leaf that quivers,

我是那震澶的叶子

You--the unshaken tree;

而你是那宁静的树

You are the stars that are steadfast,

你是那坚定的群星

I am the sea.

而我是那大海

You are the light eternal,

你是那永恒的光辉

Like a torch I shall die...

而我要象火炬熄灭

You are the surge of deep music,

I--but a cry!

你是那深沉乐音的波涛

可我，只会哭泣

2.

MISTRESS MINE,

WHERe ARE YOU ROAMING

你是去哪里，我的姑娘啊

Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

我的姑娘哦，你要去哪里？

stay and hear! your true-love's coming

That can sing both high and low;

还是留下来，你的真爱正悄悄来临

听啊！它会高歌浅吟

Trip no further, pretty sweeting,

不要再四处游荡了，美丽的情人

Journeys end in lovers' meeting--

Every wise man's son doth know.

飘荡会止于爱人的相会，这每个聪明人的儿子都懂

What is love? 'tis not herafter;

什么才是爱情？如这还不是

Present mirth hath present laughter;

现上欢乐，显出笑声

What's to come is still unsure:

那些将来的依然不能预测

In delay there lies no plenty,--

这里将没有多少谎言

Then come kiss me, Sweet--and--twenty,

那么来亲吻我吧！妙龄美人！

Youth's a stuff will not endure

青春会稍纵即逝

3.

I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MEN

我曾在海外的异乡漫游

I travelled among unknown men,

In lands beyond the sea;

我曾在海外的他乡漫游

Nor, England! did I know till then

直到那个时候我才知道有个被称为英格兰的地方

What love I bore to thee.

我能给你什么样的爱情。

'Tis past, that melancholy dream!

那只不过是过去的一个忧郁的梦哦！

Nor will I quit thy shore

我将不会在你的海岸搁浅

A second time; for still I seem

To love thee more and more

这已经不是第一次，我似乎越来越爱你

Among thy mountains did I feel

The joy of my desire;

在你的群峰之间，我享受着欲望的快乐

And she I cherished turned her wheel

Beside an English fire.

在英国人的钩火边，我怀抱着她催动她欲望之轮

Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed

The bowers where Lucy played;

就在露希曾玩耍过的凉亭，你的清晨已露，你的黑夜逃脱

And thine too is the last green field

That Lucy's eyes surveyed.

而露希的双眸所及，也是你最后的绿地。

FAREWELL, SWEET GROVES

哦再见，可爱的小树林

Farewell,

再见吧

Sweet groves to you;

可爱的小树林

You hills, that highest dwell,

And all you humble vales, adieu.

你盘踞在小山之顶

You wanton brooks and solitary rocks,

肆意而孤独的摇摆

My dear companions all, and you, my tender flocks!

我和你仅有的伴侣是那些温顺的羊群

Farewell, my pipe, and all those pleasing songs, whose moving strains

再见吧，我的笛子和所有快乐的歌声, 以及那些移动着的紧张

Delighted once the fairest nymphs that dance upon the plains;

欣喜的，无比美丽的仙女在平地上起舞

You discontents, whose deep and over- deadly smart,

你的不满，是那些深邃过於平静的苦痛

Have, without pity, broke the truest heart;

毫无怜悯地伤害了那真实的心脏

Sighs, tears, and every sad annoy,

That erst did with me dwell,

And all other's joy

那曾伴随我的叹息，眼泪和每一个愁苦的烦恼

以及所有别的乐趣

Farewell!Adieu,

再见吧！再见吧！

4.

Fair shepherdesses:

美丽的牧羊女们

Let garlands of sad yew

Adorn your dainty golden tresses.

让那紫杉木花环，装饰你秀美的卷发

I, that loved you, and often with my quill

我，爱你们的人，也常是用这羽茎

Made music that delighted fountain, grove, and hill:

演奏音乐使山泉，树木和小山高兴

I, whom you loved so, and with a sweet and chaste embrace.

而我，你们深爱的人，被你甜蜜而简朴的拥抱

(Yea, with a thousand rarer favours) would vouchsafe to grace,

(是的，以成千珍贵的宠爱) 将赐予优雅

I, now must leave you all alone, of love to pain:

我现在不得不离你们而去，并因爱而痛苦

And never pipe, nor never sing again.

再也不吹起我的风笛，也再不放歌

I must, for evermore, be gone.

我不得不永远地离开

And therefore bid I you

因此我要祝福你

And every one,

以及每一个人

Adieu.

再见

5.

MOonSHINE

胡言乱语

To think 如果说思考

I must be alone: 还是要孤单好

To love 如果说是爱情

We must be together. 我们必需一道

I think I love you

When I'm alone 当我孤单的时候，我想我真的爱你

More than I think of you 当我们在一起的时候，爱情要远远超出我的思考

When we're together.

I cannot think 没有爱情我又如何思考？

Without loving

Or love 同样没有思考岂能相爱？

Without thinking.

Alone I love 因此我热爱孤单

To think of us together:去冥想我们在一起的时候

Together I think

I'd love to be alone.而当我们在一起，我又渴望孤单！

5.

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night

她优美地走着，有同那漆黑的夜

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

就象没有一丝云彩的季节和那群星闪耀的天空

And all that's best of dark and bright

那是最好的黑暗和光亮

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

就象她的样子和她的眼睛

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

那温柔的光也因此而越加醇美

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

就是天堂会餐日也会放弃

One shade the more, one ray the less,

越是遮蔽，就越是光芒不再

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

那些被削弱的无名的优雅

在每一颗漆黑的树上挥手致意

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

或柔柔地照亮她的面庞

而那里，思想在安祥而甜蜜的显露

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

多么纯洁，多么宝贵的栖息之所

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

在那面颊和眉宇之间

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

如此温柔，如此安详，又是多么的动人

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

那胜利的微笑，那流动着的丰采

But tell of days in goodness spent,

告诉白昼慈善已尽

A mind at peace with all below,

一颗多么渴望和平的头脑

A heart whose love is innocent!

一颗充满了无辜爱怜的心脏

6.

Heart, We Will Forget Him 心啊，让我们把他遗忘

Heart, we will forget him, 心啊，我们将把他忘却

You and I, tonight! 你和我，就在今夜

You must forget the warmth he gave, 你必需忘记他给你的温暖

I will forget the light. 而我将忘却他给予的光线

When you have done pray tell me, 当你祷告的时候就告诉我吧

Then I, my thoughts, will dim. 也好使我的思潮变得暗淡

Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging 那请快点吧！不要藕断丝连

I may remember him! 我可能会记住他

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