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经典英文诗精选:Loon Point Softly the water ripples
3 J/ } }( F5 G: n- e5 n Against the canoe's curving side,. `$ ], Z4 D" r; l3 y8 D
Softly the birch trees rustle
7 p% M* L: o4 ^! M: ?* w Flinging over us branches wide.
' f7 F" ~/ x3 t `( P8 }0 P Softly the moon glints and glistens
2 u* A5 ~! k, Y; @* G4 A* I3 @0 O As the water takes and leaves,
; |- \) c- m3 {; l1 N# n) Y Like golden ears of corn
& r/ k- R* Q8 E7 x Which fall from loose-bound sheaves,# C4 }( @: L' w, q) I) |7 ^$ y
Or like the snow-white petals
" e4 G, w4 w: i) B% t7 J Which drop from an overblown rose,- E! S6 i. N2 v3 \0 F3 U+ ~
When Summer ripens to Autumn, v1 v' O5 g& B+ U# N
And the freighted year must close.
' O! n* {: B$ ?3 a) _ From the shore come the scents of a garden,. O( Y" G; _: V8 N1 Z( l" `! i0 D8 N9 u9 y
And between a gap in the trees
0 N+ k" i0 {& O6 x$ r9 M A proud white statue glimmers" \# S/ g, K0 {% S8 z4 ^
In cold, disdainful ease.% r6 Q& _! E2 J o2 e5 {3 {
The child of a southern people,
0 T% @# K& q# P7 t( `1 {6 p The thought of an alien race,8 Q3 F& I4 `- L. m5 @
What does she in this pale, northern garden,; v" ]2 r1 M7 D2 c8 m+ ] U- e9 x
How reconcile it with her grace?2 Q$ s% p. X( O+ Z2 z0 N
But the moon in her wayward beauty
$ Q# q6 s3 E, `; |& B, o3 Z4 L+ G6 @ Is ever and always the same,! W1 n# g6 M/ z$ W
As lovely as when upon Latmos
K. s [8 M- A0 U' @% z& X She watched till Endymion came.
C0 g. x8 ^: r3 A' r; r6 N3 W5 g Through the water the moon writes her legends @1 |$ w& l& ?: U% p6 ]
In light, on the smooth, wet sand;
3 `* [) R) p ` p& Y1 N5 M. R They endure for a moment, and vanish,3 z0 ~- Y7 [6 ^" w o
And no one may understand.
' S; U5 M5 u+ X! ~8 h+ ^+ a; l All round us the secret of Nature2 c+ z9 |, j- a8 a
Is telling itself to our sight,& E3 T! c$ F& B
We may guess at her meaning but never# n1 n4 ]; B& q1 J; e
Can know the full mystery of night.: N& ]) S% R V8 ?9 A
But her power of enchantment is on us,
9 s) b. g' C% ]! \- O- y We bow to the spell which she weaves,
Q- ]* z9 H! o1 |# l Made up of the murmur of waves& u2 x+ @% i0 j7 J9 Q: k
And the manifold whisper of leaves./ G! `, l9 @& J# h* J
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