Spring Quiet

Christina Rossetti

Gone were but the Winter，

Come were but the Spring，

I would go to a covert

Where the birds sing；

Where in the whitethorn

Singeth a thrush，

And a robin sings

In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents

Are the budding boughs

Arching high over

A cool green house；

Full of sweet scents，

And whispering air

Which sayeth softly：

We spread no snare；

Here dwell in safety，

Here dwell alone，

With a clear stream

And a mossy stone.

“Here the sun shineth

Most shadily；

Here is heard an echo

Of the far sea，

Though far off it be.”

寒冬褪盡，

春回大地，

我要去那幽幽叢林

聽鳥囀鶯啼；

山楂枝頭上

歌鶇在鳴唱，

冬青樹叢中

知更鳥歌亦忙。

清新的芬芳

是覆滿吐綠的枝條

舒展高聳為蓋

下有綠舍蔭涼；

甜蜜的芬芳，

伴著風(fēng)兒的細(xì)語

在耳畔柔聲講：

我們不設(shè)羅網(wǎng)；

這里寧靜又安詳，

幽居獨處最相宜，

可以清泉為伴

還有石上苔痕蒼蒼。

“這里陽光明媚

處處樹影斑駁；

這里可以聆聽

大海遙遠(yuǎn)的回響，

縱然相隔路迢迢?！?/p>