[英文] 经典英文诗精选：Loon Point [複製鏈接]

经典英文诗精选：Loon Point　　Softly the water ripples
　　Against the canoe's curving side,
　　Softly the birch trees rustle
　　Flinging over us branches wide.
　　Softly the moon glints and glistens
　　As the water takes and leaves,
　　Like golden ears of corn
　　Which fall from loose-bound sheaves,
　　Or like the snow-white petals
　　Which drop from an overblown rose,
　　When Summer ripens to Autumn
　　And the freighted year must close.
　　From the shore come the scents of a garden,
　　And between a gap in the trees
　　A proud white statue glimmers
　　In cold, disdainful ease.
　　The child of a southern people,
　　The thought of an alien race,
　　What does she in this pale, northern garden,
　　How reconcile it with her grace?
　　But the moon in her wayward beauty
　　Is ever and always the same,
　　As lovely as when upon Latmos
　　She watched till Endymion came.
　　Through the water the moon writes her legends
　　In light, on the smooth, wet sand;
　　They endure for a moment, and vanish,
　　And no one may understand.
　　All round us the secret of Nature
　　Is telling itself to our sight,
　　We may guess at her meaning but never
　　Can know the full mystery of night.
　　But her power of enchantment is on us,
　　We bow to the spell which she weaves,
　　Made up of the murmur of waves
　　And the manifold whisper of leaves.