优美经典英语诗歌：西风颂

yuci010 · 發表於 2016-6-16 10:33:50

　O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,　　Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
　　Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
　　Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
　　Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
　　Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
　　The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
　　Each like a corpse within its grave, until
　　Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
　　Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
　　(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
　　With living hues and odours plain and hill:
　　Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
　　Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
　　Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,
　　Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
　　Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
　　Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
　　On the blue surface of thine aery surge,
　　Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
　　Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
　　Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
　　The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
　　Of the dying year, to which this closing night
　　Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
　　Vaulted with all thy congregated might
　　Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
　　Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!
　　Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
　　The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
　　Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
　　Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
　　And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
　　Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
　　All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
　　So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
　　For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
　　Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
　　The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
　　The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
　　Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
　　And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!
　　If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
　　If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
　　A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
　　The impulse of thy strength, only less free
　　Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
　　I were as in my boyhood, and could be
　　The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
　　As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
　　Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
　　As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
　　Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
　　I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
　　A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
　　One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
　　Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
　　What if my leaves are falling like its own!
　　The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
　　Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
　　Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
　　My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
　　Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
　　Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!
　　And, by the incantation of this verse,
　　Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
　　Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
　　Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
　　The trumpet of a prophecy! Oh Wind,
　　If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind

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