The Reverie Of Poor Susan

The Reverie Of Poor Susan

       by William Wordsworth

AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.

Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.

Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
Down which she so often has tripped with her pail;
And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,
The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.

She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade:
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes!

苏珊的幻想

    李昌涉 译

在伍德街的转角，白昼刚露面，
悬挂着的一只画眉已叫了三年；
贫苦的苏珊经过这里听到
这雀儿在沉静的清晨鸣叫。

歌声这般迷人，她为什么苦痛？
她看到一峰高耸，林术葱茏；
明亮的雾气在罗伯利上空飘游，
河水穿过契普赛幽谷向前奔流。

她看见青翠的牧场躺在谷地中，
她时常快步下山携着提桶；
一间橡鸽巢的单独的小屋，
地球上她心爱的惟—住处。

她看着，她乐极，但它们消失尽净，
那雾气，那小河，那山丘，那树影；
那溪水不再流，山冈不再耸立，
一切景色都已从她的两眼离去！

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