There Is a Little Unpretending Rill
There Is a Little Unpretending Rill
by William Wordsworth
There Is a Little Unpretending RillThere a little unpretending Rill
Of limpid water, humbler far than aught
That ever among Men or Naiads sought
Notice or name!--It quivers down the hill,
Furrowing its shallow way with dubious will;
Yet to my mind this scanty Stream is brought
Oftener than Ganges or the Nile; a thought
Of private recollection sweet and still!
Months perish with their moons; year treads on year!
But, faithful Emma! thou with me canst say
That, while ten thousand pleasures disappear,
And flies their memory fast almost as they;
The immortal Spirit of one happy day
Lingers beside that Rill, in vision clear.
有一條小河素不自夸
威廉·華茲華斯
有一條小河素來不自夸自許，
水清清，比任何向凡人或天仙
沽名釣譽的河溪都顯得卑謙；
她閃動著從山間向下面傾注，
淺而緩的水像流得有點遲疑。
但這條清淺的小河往我心間，
比起恒河或者尼羅河的波瀾，
帶來更靜默甘美的幽獨回憶。
月圓月缺，花開花落，流年多少！
但忠誠的艾瑪，你和我可以講，
縱使千般樂事都如云煙杳杳，
甚至難于把殘碎蹤跡來追想，
但一個快樂日子的不朽影象，
還徘徊在河邊，秀朗而佳妙。
（謝耀文 譯）
威廉·華茲華斯簡介
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