How sweet I roamed from field to field And tasted all the summer’s pride, Till
I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide. He
showed me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He
led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With
sweet Mary dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage. He
caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He
loves to sit and hear me sing, Then laughing sports and plays with me— Then
stretches out my golde3n wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. 歌 威廉·布莱克 我在田野里快乐地游荡, 遍尝到夏日的一切骄矜; 直到我看见爱情之王 随着太阳的光线而飘行。 他把百合花插到我发间, 鲜红的玫瑰结在我前额; 他领我走过他的花园, 那儿长满他金色的欢乐。 我的翅膀沾着五月的露, 菲伯烧起了我的歌喉; 他用丝网突然将我网住, 就把我在他的金笼拘留。 他喜欢坐下听我歌唱, 唱完了,又和我笑闹不休, 他会拉开我金色的翅膀, 嘲弄我何以推动了自由。 |
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