A Thing of Beauty

A Thing of Beauty

          by John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

一件美好事物永远是一种欢乐

              约翰•济慈

一件美好事物永远是一种欢乐：
它的美妙与日俱增；它决不会
化为乌有；而是会使我们永远有
一座幽静的花亭，一个充满美梦，
健康，和匀静的呼吸的睡眠。
因此，每天早上，我们都在编织
一根绚丽带子把我们束缚于人世，
不管失望，不管无情的人缺少高贵的
本性。不管愁苦的岁月，不管设下
为我们搜索的不健康的黑暗的道路：
是呀，不管一切，一个美的形体
从我们阴暗的精神上移去棺衣：
太阳，月亮，为天真的羊群长出
绿荫的古树和幼树就是这种事物；
水仙和它们生活其间的绿的世界，
为自己造好凉荫以御炎季的清溪，
满洒着麝香玫瑰的林中的丛薮，
都是这种事物：我们对伟大的古人
所想象的命运的壮丽，我们所听到
或读到的一切美妙的故事也都是
这种事物：从天的边涯向我们
倾注的一支不尽的琼浆的源泉。

约翰•济慈简介