William Blake - Song 汉译

I love the jocund dance,

  The softly-breathing song,

Where innocent eyes do glance,

  And where lisps the maiden’s tongue.

I love the laughing vale,

  I love the echoing hill,

Where mirth does never fail,

  And the jolly swain laughs his fill.

I love the pleasant cot,

  I love the innocent bower.

Where white and brown is our lot,

  Or fruit in the midday hour.

I love the oaken seat

  Beneath the oaken tree,

Where all the old villagers meet,

  And laugh our sports to see.

I love our neighbours all,

  But, Kitty, I better love thee;

And love them I ever shall;

  But thou art all to me.