第五节
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incensehangs upon the boughs37,
But, in embalmed38darkness, guess each sweet39
Wherewith the seasonable month40endows
The grass, the thicket41, and the fruit-tree wild--
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine42;
Fast fading violets43covered up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child44,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves45.
第六节
Darkling46I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme47,
To take into the air my quiet breath48;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring49forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy50!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain --
To thy high requiem51become a sod52.
第七节
Thou wast53not born for death, immortal Bird54!
No hungry generations55treadthee down;
The voice I hear this passing night eas heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown56:
Perhaps57the self-same58song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth59, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times60hath61
Charm’d magic casement62, opening on the foam
Of perilous63seas, in faery lands64forlorn65.
第八节
Forlorn66! the very word is like a bell
To toll67me back from thee to my sole self68!
Adieu69! the fancy cannot cheat70so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf71.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem72fades73
Past the near meadows74, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side75; and now 'tis buried76deep
In the next valley-glades77:
Was is a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep78?