标题: 瀑布与蔷薇 [打印本页] 作者: 林水云风 时间: 2015-12-25 13:03 标题: 瀑布与蔷薇 The Waterfall and the Eglantine
wordsworth
‘Begone，thou fond presumptuous Elf，’
Exclaimed an angry Voice，
‘Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self
Between me and my choice!’
A small Cascade fresh swoln with snows
Thus threatened a poor Briar-rose，
That，all bespattered with his foam，
And dancing high and dancing low，
Was living，as a child might know，
In an unhappy home.
‘Dost thou presume my course to block?
Off，off! Or，puny Thing!
I’ll hurl thee headlong with the rock
To which thy fibres cling.’
The Flood was tyrannous and strong；
The patient Briar suffered long，
Nor did he utter groan or sigh，
Hoping the danger would be past；
But，seeing no relief，at last，
He ventured to reply.
‘Ah!’said the Briar，‘blame me not；
Why should we dwell in strife?
We who in this sequestered spot
Once lived a happy life!
You stirred me on my rocky bed—
What pleasure through my veins you spread
The summer long，from day to day，
My leaves you freshened and bedewed；
Nor was it common gratitude
That did your cares repay.
‘When spring came on with bud and bell，
Among these rocks did I
Before you hang my wreaths to tell
That gentle days were nigh!
And in the sultry summer hours
I sheltered you with leaves and flowers；
And in my leaves—now shed and gone，
The linnet lodged，and for us two
Chanted his pretty songs，when you
Had little voice or none.
‘But now proud thoughts are in your breast—
What grief is mine you see，
Ah! would you think，even yet how blest
Together we might be!
Though of both leaf and flower bereft，
Some ornaments to me are left—
Rich store of scarlet hips is mine，
With which I，in my humble way，
Would deck you many a winter day，
A happy Eglantine!’
What more he said I cannot tell，
The Torrent down the rocky dell
Came thundering loud and fast；
I listened，nor aught else could hear；
The Briar quaked—and much I fear
Those accents were his last.