A Night-Piece

A Night-Piece

  by William Wordsworth

A Night-Piece

——The sky is overcast
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle, yielding light
So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls,
Chequering the ground--from rock, plant, tree, or tower.

At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam
Startles the pensive traveller while he treads
His lonesome path, with unobserving eye
Bent earthwards; he looks up--the clouds are split
Asunder,--and above his head he sees
The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens.
There, in a black-blue vault she sails along,

Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small
And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss
Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away,
Yet vanish not!--the wind is in the tree,
But they are silent;--still they roll along
Immeasurably distant; and the vault,
Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds,
Still deepens its unfathomable depth.

At length the Vision closes; and the mind,
Not undisturbed by the delight it feels,
Which slowly settles into peaceful calm,
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.

夜想曲

 威廉·华兹华斯

A Night-Piece

天黯黯，
密密沉沉云一片，
借得月华增惨淡；
月姊面纱未挽，隐约难觑云鬟，
暖暖圆轮犹小小，
柔辉弱，难自楼台树木山岩
把姗姗碎影，投与大地人间。

视而不见，俯首沉吟，
游子独行幽径；
蓦然惊，
一时光影分明。
九霄眼碧，
月姊眉清，
似把明帆高挂，
驶过浩荡青冥；

追随急，闪烁万颗小明星，
相伴疾弛而去，非消隐，
分明天上荧荧。
此时风在树间，星虽静，
依然舞，回旋万里途程；
更有巨云垂四野，环护如城，
遂觉苍天浩渺，深邃莫明。

毕竟难留倩影，顿时又失幽清，
欢心动后有余情，
渐消凝，意亦平；
意平心静细思量，
思量无限庄严景象。

威廉·华兹华斯简介