W. Drummond - Summons to Love 汉译

-This is that happy morn,

That day, long-wished day

Of all my life so dark,

(If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray )

Which, purely white, deserves

An everlasting diamond should it mark

This is the morn should bring unto this grove

My love, to hear and recompense my love

Fair King, who all preserves,

But show thy blushing beams,

And thou two sweeter eyes

Shalt see than those which by Peneüs’ streams

Did once thy heart surprise.

Now, Flora,, deck thyself in fairest guise:

If that ye, winds would hear

A voice surpassing far Amphion’s lyre,

Your furious chiding stay;

Let Zephyr only breathe,

And with her tresses Play.

-The winds all silent are,

And Phoebus in his chair

Ensaffroning sea and air

Makes vanish every star:

Night like a drunkard reels

Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels:40

The fields with flowers are deck’d in every hue,

The clouds with orient gold spangle their Blue;

Here is the pleasant place –

And nothing wanting is, save She, alas!