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蓝家轶事之离别在即(3 / 4)

hich art moving everywhere;

不羁的精灵呵,你无处不远行;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!

破坏者兼保护者:听吧,你且聆听!

Thou on whose stream,"mid the steep sky"s motion,

没入你的急流,当高空一片混乱,

Loose clouds like earth"s decaying leaves are shed,

流云象大地的枯叶一样被撕扯脱离天空和海洋的纠缠的枝干。

Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning:

成为雨和电的使者:

它们飘落在你的磅礴之气的蔚蓝的波面,有如狂女的飘扬的头发在闪烁,

there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge,

从天穹的最遥远而模糊的边沿直抵九霄的中天,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad,

到处都在摇曳欲来雷雨的卷发,

even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith"s height,

对濒死的一年你唱出了葬歌,

The locks of the approaching storm.

而这密集的黑夜将成为它广大墓陵的一座圆顶,

Thou Dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night

里面正有你的万钧之力的凝结;

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

那是你的浑然之气,

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

从它会迸涌黑色的雨,

Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain and fire and hail will burst :O hear!

冰雹和火焰:哦,你听!

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

是你,你将蓝色的地中海唤醒,而它曾经昏睡了一整个夏天,

Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiae"s bay,

被澄澈水流的回旋催眠入梦,就在巴亚海湾的一个浮石岛边,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the eave"s intenser day,

它梦见了古老的宫殿和楼阁在水天辉映的波影里抖颤,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!

而且都生满青苔、开满花朵,那芬芳真迷人欲醉!

Thou For whose path the Atlantic"s level powers Cleave themselves into chasms,

呵,为了给你让一条路,大西洋的汹涌的浪波把自己向两边劈开,

while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

而深在渊底那海洋中的花草和泥污的森林

The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

虽然枝叶扶疏,却没有精力;听到你的声音,它们已吓得发青:

And tremble and despoil themselves:oh, hear!

一边颤栗,一边自动萎缩:哦,你听!

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

哎,假如我是一片枯叶被你浮起,

If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee:

假如我是能和你飞跑的云雾,

A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free

是一个波浪,和你的威力同喘息,假如我分有你的脉搏,仅仅不如你那么自由,

Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be

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