Pippa Passes
—By Robert Browning
皮巴走过
—罗伯特·布朗宁
The year*s at the spring.
And day*s at the morning;
Morning*s at seven;
The hillside*s dew-pearled.
The lark*s on the wing;
The snail*s on the thorn:
God*s in His heaven,
All*s right with the world!
一年之计在于春
一日之计在于晨
晨曦之际在七时
山坡之上露珍珠
云雀展翅空中飞
小小蜗牛正在爬
上帝在他的天堂
世界万物军无恙
—By Robert Browning
皮巴走过
—罗伯特·布朗宁
The year*s at the spring.
And day*s at the morning;
Morning*s at seven;
The hillside*s dew-pearled.
The lark*s on the wing;
The snail*s on the thorn:
God*s in His heaven,
All*s right with the world!
一年之计在于春
一日之计在于晨
晨曦之际在七时
山坡之上露珍珠
云雀展翅空中飞
小小蜗牛正在爬
上帝在他的天堂
世界万物军无恙