英美著名儿童诗一百首 [29]
night—
You to the town must go.;
And take a lantem, Child, to light
Your mother throngh the snow. "
"That, Father! will I gladly do:
'Tis scarcely afternoon—
The minster-clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the moon!"
At. this the Father raised his hook,
And snapped a faggot-band;
He plied his work; —and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.
Not blither is the mountain roe:
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
That rises up like smoke.
The storm came on before its time:
She wandered up and down;
And many a hill did Lucy climb:
But never reached the town.
The wretched parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide
At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlooked the moor;
And thence they saw the bridge of wood,
A furlong from their door.
They wept —and, turning homeward, cried,
"In heaven we all shall meet;"
—When in the snow the mother spied
The print of Lucy' s feet.
Then downwards from the steep hill's edge
They tracked the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn hedge,
And by the long stone-wall;
And then an open field they crossed:
The marks were still the same;
They tracked them on, nor ever lost;
And to. the bridge they came.
They followed from the snowy bank
Those footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank;
And further there were none!
—Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living child;
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome wild.
O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.
■ 五十九 露西·格雷
——孤寂
威廉·华兹华斯
我多次听说过露西·格雷：
只一回，我经过野外，
天刚亮，一个偶然的机会，
我见过这孤独的女孩。
露西没伙伴，也没友朋；
她住在广阔的草原上，
——自古以来最可爱的生灵呵，
生长在人间的门旁！
你仍然可见到野兔在绿草中，
可见到小鹿在游玩；
但露西·格雷甜蜜的面孔，
却永远不会再看见。
"今儿夜晚将有暴风雨——
你得到镇上去一次；
带盏提灯去给你妈照着路
走过那雪地，孩子！"
"这个吗，我挺愿意去，爸爸！
现在还没到下半天——
教堂的钟声刚打了两下，
月亮还远在那边！"
这时候她父亲举起镰刀，
把捆柴的绳箍劈开；
他勤奋干活；——露西随后
把提灯拿了起来。
山上的小鹿不比她更欢悦：
她用顽皮的动作
踢着那粉末似的白雪，
像烟雾般飞扬飘落。
想不到，暴风雨提前来临：
她踉跄着下山又上岗；
露西爬过了不少山岭：
但永远没到达镇上。
整整一夜，可怜的爹娘
出门到处去喊叫；
但没有形迹也没有声响
来给他们作引导。
到拂晓，他们登上了一条
俯瞰这旷野的山梁；
他们见到了一座木桥，
在离家二百米的地方。
他们流泪了，——回家去，哭叫，
"让我们在天国重逢！"
——忽然，她的母亲觉察到
雪地上有露西的脚踪。
他们从险峻的山坡走下，
追随着小小的足迹；
穿过那破损的山楂篱笆，
沿着长长的石壁；
然后跨过开阔的野地：
脚印依然如前；
他们追踪着，决不让丢失，
终于到达桥边。
继续追踪着一个个脚
You to the town must go.;
And take a lantem, Child, to light
Your mother throngh the snow. "
"That, Father! will I gladly do:
'Tis scarcely afternoon—
The minster-clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the moon!"
At. this the Father raised his hook,
And snapped a faggot-band;
He plied his work; —and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.
Not blither is the mountain roe:
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
That rises up like smoke.
The storm came on before its time:
She wandered up and down;
And many a hill did Lucy climb:
But never reached the town.
The wretched parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide
At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlooked the moor;
And thence they saw the bridge of wood,
A furlong from their door.
They wept —and, turning homeward, cried,
"In heaven we all shall meet;"
—When in the snow the mother spied
The print of Lucy' s feet.
Then downwards from the steep hill's edge
They tracked the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn hedge,
And by the long stone-wall;
And then an open field they crossed:
The marks were still the same;
They tracked them on, nor ever lost;
And to. the bridge they came.
They followed from the snowy bank
Those footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank;
And further there were none!
—Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living child;
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome wild.
O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.
■ 五十九 露西·格雷
——孤寂
威廉·华兹华斯
我多次听说过露西·格雷：
只一回，我经过野外，
天刚亮，一个偶然的机会，
我见过这孤独的女孩。
露西没伙伴，也没友朋；
她住在广阔的草原上，
——自古以来最可爱的生灵呵，
生长在人间的门旁！
你仍然可见到野兔在绿草中，
可见到小鹿在游玩；
但露西·格雷甜蜜的面孔，
却永远不会再看见。
"今儿夜晚将有暴风雨——
你得到镇上去一次；
带盏提灯去给你妈照着路
走过那雪地，孩子！"
"这个吗，我挺愿意去，爸爸！
现在还没到下半天——
教堂的钟声刚打了两下，
月亮还远在那边！"
这时候她父亲举起镰刀，
把捆柴的绳箍劈开；
他勤奋干活；——露西随后
把提灯拿了起来。
山上的小鹿不比她更欢悦：
她用顽皮的动作
踢着那粉末似的白雪，
像烟雾般飞扬飘落。
想不到，暴风雨提前来临：
她踉跄着下山又上岗；
露西爬过了不少山岭：
但永远没到达镇上。
整整一夜，可怜的爹娘
出门到处去喊叫；
但没有形迹也没有声响
来给他们作引导。
到拂晓，他们登上了一条
俯瞰这旷野的山梁；
他们见到了一座木桥，
在离家二百米的地方。
他们流泪了，——回家去，哭叫，
"让我们在天国重逢！"
——忽然，她的母亲觉察到
雪地上有露西的脚踪。
他们从险峻的山坡走下，
追随着小小的足迹；
穿过那破损的山楂篱笆，
沿着长长的石壁；
然后跨过开阔的野地：
脚印依然如前；
他们追踪着，决不让丢失，
终于到达桥边。
继续追踪着一个个脚