晨读经典英文诗歌：The Road to Avignon

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晨读经典英文诗歌：The Road to Avignon　　A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
3 x& k+ T( a/ p' X, E9 [　　Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
! ?" t( U7 A9 Y1 A% G) D　　Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,
! `7 F$ x6 t7 Y　　Above on the terrace a turret door
& F1 `( K3 V! y6 z2 u　　Frames a lady, listless and wan,
) [& r9 V# K5 j　　But fair for the eye to rest upon.
" }9 V$ j4 H& I　　The minstrel plucks at his silver strings,
　　And looking up to the lady, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
+ {$ ?0 c+ t2 f* o; I& k0 r　　The long, long road to Avignon,
1 O' E) r( x( \/ s" ?! ^7 y2 t6 U$ g　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
2 f7 F0 H+ ~4 e" X7 @　　One morning in the spring.
　　The octagon tower casts a shade
　　Cool and gray like a cutlass blade;
6 |. u/ f2 n6 B& H　　In sun-baked vines the cicalas spin,
　　The little green lizards run out and in.
　　A sail dips over the ocean's rim,
　　And bubbles rise to the fountain's brim.
　　The minstrel touches his silver strings,
# q% n, H! S+ }3 @" D　　And gazing up to the lady, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
  B  e& ?1 _& @4 }　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
　　Slowly she walks to the balustrade,
　　Idly notes how the blossoms fade
　　In the sun's caress; then crosses where
　　The shadow shelters a carven chair.

　　Within its curve, supine she lies,
: d6 N( _) _) u9 x9 X. x　　And wearily closes her tired eyes.
4 e" n& B5 ]; e$ S6 V. S  A$ M& j　　The minstrel beseeches his silver strings,
/ O$ O7 P% {3 N  {/ }! t　　And holding the lady spellbound, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
% E3 U" h  a# j- j　　Clouds sail over the distant trees,
! |- t' Y1 h6 u7 w. j. F　　Petals are shaken down by the breeze,
# x  P  o+ r9 Y! A. |: H- c) S5 \　　They fall on the terrace tiles like snow;
, |0 b+ y* {( @8 E: y2 C: Q6 p+ `　　The sighing of waves sounds, far below.
* k9 N! A! c7 A% g9 w) y1 ], |　　A humming-bird kisses the lips of a rose
　　Then laden with honey and love he goes.
　　The minstrel woos with his silver strings,
　　And climbing up to the lady, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
0 z" R, m. W' o, u$ _- d/ X- T6 ?" P2 {　　The long, long road to Avignon,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
7 T' d8 [1 i# @' K! F　　Step by step, and he comes to her,
/ L: }3 L7 k: s0 @( S　　Fearful lest she suddenly stir.
　　Sunshine and silence, and each to each,
　　The lute and his singing their only speech;
　　He leans above her, her eyes unclose,
　　The humming-bird enters another rose.
　　The minstrel hushes his silver strings.
　　Hark! The beating of humming-birds' wings!
　　Down the road to Avignon,
% s/ }. ^7 C* @　　The long, long road to Avignon,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
7 l6 b9 y9 \: s, A- P* t3 K4 c　　One morning in the spring.