John Keats - To My Brother George 汉译

Many the wonders I this day have seen:

  The sun, when first he kist away the tears

  That fill’d the eyes of morn;—the laurel’d peers

Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;—

The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,

  Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,—

  Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears

Must think on what will be, and what has been.

E’en now, dear George, while this for you I write,

  Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping

So scantly, that it seems her bridal night,

  And she her half-discover’d revels keeping.

But what, without the social thought of thee,

Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?

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September 1816.