Percy Bysshe Shelley - A Song 汉译

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Upon a wintry bough;

The frozen wind crept on above,

The freezing stream below.

There was no leaf upon the forest bare,

No flower upon the ground,

And little motion in the air

Except the mill—wheel’s sound.

冬日诗

孤鸟栖寒枝，悲鸣为其曹。

池水初结冰，冷风何萧萧！

荒林无宿叶，瘠土无卉苗。

万籁尽廖寂，唯闻喧挈皋。