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经典英文诗精选:Loon Point Softly the water ripples
9 s9 J6 C1 g& @ Against the canoe's curving side,
* y- J/ _, B5 C9 D5 r; M Softly the birch trees rustle
" v) ]* ]. j4 L' M3 O1 n+ a Flinging over us branches wide.! `1 Q. h4 ?3 ]+ v; x$ M. W
Softly the moon glints and glistens" C) P/ O( v7 H/ p2 r: s
As the water takes and leaves,
5 Q# U6 |! Q- J! i! a) p9 n Like golden ears of corn
8 O0 s. d3 x$ @, r Which fall from loose-bound sheaves,
( w3 z% u L9 A8 i Or like the snow-white petals; h8 M3 L0 a2 Y" }
Which drop from an overblown rose,
4 i9 B$ L7 s; h# R* [6 p5 j5 l3 f When Summer ripens to Autumn
8 g# R: J" ?: y- F7 m" M. U And the freighted year must close.
1 j) ]" }7 S+ f' ^! m) G g From the shore come the scents of a garden,5 [+ y+ T2 q- v0 U! z. O9 b# Y7 o3 d. p
And between a gap in the trees4 n, h) o, E" A' O3 Q" H, W
A proud white statue glimmers; U4 }: N0 h* L) e# n, m
In cold, disdainful ease.8 O/ O, ?+ M0 _/ Z% x/ o
The child of a southern people,
, m% ?* Q1 ^ L+ `8 X The thought of an alien race,) U0 W( j6 l. I# q3 Z5 b& i! r" T4 P
What does she in this pale, northern garden,
4 M! k3 p8 `$ _$ ] How reconcile it with her grace? R5 i- g9 {5 g0 s" C
But the moon in her wayward beauty
# r2 B. g; w% Y$ Y6 H Is ever and always the same,, d" T# V" q8 R! y! O( `
As lovely as when upon Latmos
/ G5 V, P- u) ?% _3 c& r2 c7 Z She watched till Endymion came.& `; b2 b% Y1 U4 R! {* w! k
Through the water the moon writes her legends( m3 b8 H8 j, s8 e8 v0 A1 m; z9 Q
In light, on the smooth, wet sand;
! }& P$ W% S0 f4 n: z0 B# z' H They endure for a moment, and vanish,; F5 P* |# ?5 H! S, @9 b
And no one may understand.; \; x' j8 }, _& T7 n" s/ G
All round us the secret of Nature
3 R1 U% r+ C' J' o- X Is telling itself to our sight,
5 ?# k, b8 Y& u" M( x v/ { We may guess at her meaning but never
8 Y: j$ o& @* X7 m3 Y1 q Can know the full mystery of night.
; w$ B7 Z% a) i' L* F+ m But her power of enchantment is on us,
0 {' W! \/ y% Q; q+ S8 c We bow to the spell which she weaves,
' C- H, q" X* s9 u2 S Made up of the murmur of waves, W0 {; T5 h; P
And the manifold whisper of leaves.; W. c3 e! c) t& u! _
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