44 The Daffodils 咏水仙（mp3+英中对照）

Day 44
第44天
The Daffodils
咏水仙
William Wordsworth
威廉•华兹华斯
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
我像一朵浮云独自漫游
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
飘过深谷群山，
When all at once I saw a crowd
突然间，看到一片
A host of golden daffodils
无数朵的金色水仙花，
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
长在湖畔，长在树下，
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
微风中翩翩起舞。
Continuous as the stars that shine
不断地像发光的星斗
And twinkle on the milky way
闪烁在银河中，
They stretch'd in never-ending line
无涯无际地延伸
Along the margin of a bay
在海湾之滨
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
一瞥间我看到成千上万的水仙，
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
摇晃着它们的小脑袋快乐地起舞。
The waves beside them danced, but they
海水在它们的身旁澎湃，
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
但它们比闪耀的海波更为愉快：
A poet could not but be gay
诗人不得不由衷欣喜，
In such a jocund company
在这样愉悦的友伴之中！
I gazed --- and gazed --- but little thought
我看了又看-可是很少想到
What wealth the show to me had brought
这景象带给我多么宝贵的财富；
For oft, when on my couch I lie
在心境空虚或沉思之际，
In vacant or in pensive mood
我常仰卧在沙发上，
They flash upon that inward eye
它们掠过我的心灵，
Which is the bliss of solitude
那是我孤寂中的无上喜乐；
And then my heart with pleasure fills
于是，我心充满喜悦，
And dances with the daffodils
与水仙共享舞足之乐。

第44天
咏水仙
威廉•华兹华斯
我像一朵浮云独自漫游
飘过深谷群山，
突然间，看到一片
无数朵的金色水仙花，
长在湖畔，长在树下，
微风中翩翩起舞。
不断地像发光的星斗
闪烁在银河中，
无涯无际地延伸
在海湾之滨
一瞥间我看到成千上万的水仙，
摇晃着它们的小脑袋快乐地起舞。
海水在它们的身旁澎湃，
但它们比闪耀的海波更为愉快：
诗人不得不由衷欣喜，
在这样愉悦的友伴之中！
我看了又看-可是很少想到
这景象带给我多么宝贵的财富；
在心境空虚或沉思之际，
我常仰卧在沙发上，
它们掠过我的心灵，
那是我孤寂中的无上喜乐；
于是，我心充满喜悦，
与水仙共享舞足之乐。

Day 44
The Daffodils
William Wordsworth
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company
I gazed --- and gazed --- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils