The Honeysuckle
The Honeysuckle
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I plucked a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,
And fouled my feet in quag-water;
And by the thorns and by the wind
The blossom that I took was thinn'd,
And yet I found it sweet and fair.
Thence to a richer growth I came,
Where, nursed in mellow intercourse,
The honeysuckles sprang by scores,
Not harried like my single stem,
All virgin lamps of scent and dew.
So from my hand that first I threw,
Yet plucked not any more of them.
忍冬
王冰 譯
在長滿棘刺的高籬上,
我采摘到一支忍冬花,
為了這個獎賞,
我努力攀爬,
劃破了我的衣衫,
在泥濘的水中弄臟了
我的雙腳,
花朵在荊棘和風中飛落,
我采的花變得稀疏,
然而
花朵如此芬芳美麗,
在甘美氣息的滋養中
我也變得更加嬌艷,
忍冬一簇簇地盛開,
沒有象我手中的那束
被摧殘而凋零,
從我的手中,
所有無暇芬芳的光芒,
漸漸消逝,
從此我再不采擷忍冬花。
但丁?加布利耶爾?羅塞蒂簡介
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