学习啦【英语诗歌】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-09-13
爱人如此唯美 Fair Is My Love
Fair is my love, when her hair golden hairs
With the loose wind ye waving chance to mark;
Fair when the rose in red cheeks appears,
Or in her eyes the fire of love does spark.
Fair when her breast like a rich laden bark,
With precious merchandise she forth doth lay,
Fair when that cloud of pride, which oft doth dark
Her goodly light with smiles she dries away.
But fairest she, when so she doth display
The gate with pearls and rubies richly dight
Through which her words so wise do make their way
To bear the message of her gentle sprite
The rest be works of nature’s wonderment
But this the work of heart’s astonishment
When Day Is Done
If the day is done ,
If birds sing no more .
If the wind has fiagged tired ,
Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me ,
Even as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed ,
The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traverer,
Whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended ,
Whose garment is torn and dust-laden ,
Whose strength is exhausted,remove shame and poverty ,
And renew his life like a flower under
The cover of thy kindly night .
Never Seek to Tell Thy Love
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! She did depart.
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
He took her with a sigh.
asked nothing， only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree.
Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn， and the dew in the air.
The lazy smell of the damp grass hung in the thin mist above the earth.
Under the banyan tree you were milking the cow with your hands， tender and fresh asbutter.
And I was standing still.
I did not come near you.
The sky woke with the sound of the gong at the temple.
The dust was raised in the road from the hoofs of the driven cattle.
With the gurgling pitchers at their hips， women came from the river.
Your bracelets were jingling， and foam brimming over the jar.
The morning wore on and I did not come near you.