London, 1802

London, 1802

    by William Wordsworth

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.

Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,

So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

伦敦，一八零二年

           屠岸 译

密尔顿！你啊，应该生活到今天，
英国需要你：她是个死水湾；无奈
圣坛，宝剑，笔杆，还有那炉台，
厅堂上以及内室里英雄的财产

都已经丧失了它们内心的欢忭——
那英国的古传统。我们自私，狭隘；
扶我们起身呵，回到我们中间来；
给我们以风格，道德，自由，才干！

你的灵魂象一颗星，独居在远处，
你有一种声音，宏大如海洋，
纯洁如明净的天空，庄严，豪放；

你这样走过生命的普通道路，
带着愉快的虔敬；同时，你的心
也曾承担过那最为卑微的责任。

威廉•华兹华斯简介