To the Cuckoo
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass
At once far off, and near.
Though babbling only to the Vale,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours.
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
Even ye thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice a mystery;
The same whom in my schoolboy days
I listened to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.
To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.
And I can listen to thee yet;
Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.
O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial, faery place;
That is fit home for thee!
致布谷鳥(niǎo)
威廉華·茲華斯
啊，快樂(lè)的新客！
聽(tīng)到你囀鳴，我滿懷喜悅；
啊，布谷，是否稱你為鳥(niǎo)？
或?yàn)槊钜簦厥幥逶剑?/P>
當(dāng)我躺在草地上，
聽(tīng)到你的二重唱：
似從這山傳到那山，
似在近旁，又在遠(yuǎn)方。
你的歌聲在山谷回蕩，
伴著繁華和陽(yáng)光；
你還把我?guī)У?BR>追憶往事的幻想。
我再三地歡迎
你是陽(yáng)春的先行。
在我眼中，你可不是鳥(niǎo)，
而是無(wú)形的神奇之音。
想當(dāng)年我還是小學(xué)生，
曾傾聽(tīng)同樣的鳴聲；
我千方百計(jì)尋找，
從天上到叢林。
我時(shí)常漫游，為了找你，
踩著草地，穿過(guò)密林；
如今仍在期待，雖不眼見(jiàn)，
你仍是希望，是戀情。
此刻我躺在平原，
你的歌聲仍能聽(tīng)見(jiàn)。
我專心諦聽(tīng)，
直到召回金色的童年。
我們棲息的大地
又顯得空靈而神奇；
這是你安家的福地，
啊， 快樂(lè)的鳥(niǎo)兒，祝福你！