To Autumn
by John Keats J.
1
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
2
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Dows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
3
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
秋頌
1
霧氣洋溢、果實圓熟的秋，
你和成熟的太陽成為友伴;
你們密謀用累累的珠球，
綴滿茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓;
使屋前的老樹背負(fù)著蘋果，
讓熟味透進果實的心中，
使葫蘆脹大，鼓起了榛子殼，
好塞進甜核;又為了蜜蜂
一次一次開放過遲的花朵，
使它們以為日子將永遠(yuǎn)暖和，
因為夏季早填滿它們的粘巢。
2
誰不經(jīng)常看見你伴著谷倉?
在田野里也可以把你找到，
彌有時隨意坐在打麥場上，
讓發(fā)絲隨著簸谷的風(fēng)輕飄;
有時候，為罌粟花香所沉迷，
你倒臥在收割一半的田壟，
讓鐮刀歇在下一畦的花旁;
或者.像拾穗人越過小溪，
你昂首背著谷袋，投下倒影，
或者就在榨果架下坐幾點鐘，
你耐心地瞧著徐徐滴下的酒漿。
3
啊.春日的歌哪里去了?但不要
想這些吧，你也有你的音樂——
當(dāng)波狀的云把將逝的一天映照，
以胭紅抹上殘梗散碎的田野，
這時啊，河柳下的一群小飛蟲
就同奏哀音，它們忽而飛高，
忽而下落，隨著微風(fēng)的起滅;
籬下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在園中
紅胸的知更鳥就群起呼哨;
而群羊在山圈里高聲默默咩叫;
叢飛的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。
