Walter Raleigh - The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd 汉译

And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,

These pretty pleasures might me move

To live with thee and be thy Love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold

When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,

And Philomel becometh dumb;

The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields

To wayward Winter reckoning yields;

A honey tongue, a heart of gall,

Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.