William Cullen Bryant - O Fairest of the Rural Maids 汉译

O fairest of the rural maids!  <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

Thy birth was in the forest shades; 

Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky, 

Were all that met thine infant eye. 

Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child,        

Were ever in the sylvan wild; 

And all the beauty of the place 

Is in thy heart and on thy face. 

The twilight of the trees and rocks 

Is in the light shade of thy locks;        

Thy step is as the wind, that weaves 

Its playful way among the leaves. 

Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene 

And silent waters heaven is seen; 

Their lashes are the herbs that look        

On their young figures in the brook. 

The forest depths, by foot unpressed, 

Are not more sinless than thy breast; 

The holy peace, that fills the air 

Of those calm solitudes, is there.