THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN
苏珊的幻想
William Wordsworth
威廉·华兹华斯
AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.
在伍德街的转角，白昼刚露面，
悬挂着的一只画眉已叫了三年；
贫苦的苏珊经过这里听到
这雀儿在沉静的清晨鸣叫。
Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
歌声这般迷人，她为什么苦痛？
她看到一峰高耸，林术葱茏；
明亮的雾气在罗伯利上空飘游，
河水穿过契普赛幽谷向前奔流。
Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
Down which she so often has tripped with her pail;
And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,
The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
她看见青翠的牧场躺在谷地中，
她时常快步下山携着提桶；
一间橡鸽巢的单独的小屋，
世界上她心爱的惟—住处。
She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade:
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes!
她看着，她乐极，但它们消失尽净，
那雾气，那小河，那山丘，那树影；
那溪水不再流，山冈不再耸立，
一切景色都已从她的两眼离去！
（1797年）