David Campbell - Night Sowing 汉译

O gentle, gentle land

Where the green ear shall grow,

Now you are edged with light:

The moon has crispes the fallow,

The furrows run woth night.

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This is the season’s hour:

While couples are in bed,

I sow the paddocks late,

Scatter like sparks the seed

And see the dark ignite.

O gentle land, I sow

The heart’s living grain.

Stars draw their harrows over,

Dews send their melting rain:

I meet you as a lover.