by John Keats J.
1
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
2
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Dows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
3
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
秋頌
1
霧氣洋溢、果實圓熟的秋，
妳和成熟的太陽成為友伴；
妳們密謀用累累的珠球，
綴滿茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓；
使屋前的老樹背負著蘋果，
讓熟味透進果實的心中，
使葫蘆脹大，鼓起了榛子殼，
好塞進甜核；又為了蜜蜂
壹次壹次開放過遲的花朵，
使它們以為日子將永遠暖和，
因為夏季早填滿它們的粘巢。
2
誰不經常看見妳伴著谷倉？
在田野裏也可以把妳找到，
彌有時隨意坐在打麥場上，
讓發絲隨著簸谷的風輕飄；
有時候，為罌粟花香所沈迷，
妳倒臥在收割壹半的田壟，
讓鐮刀歇在下壹畦的花旁；
或者．像拾穗人越過小溪，
妳昂首背著谷袋，投下倒影，
或者就在榨果架下坐幾點鐘，
妳耐心地瞧著徐徐滴下的酒漿。
3
啊．春日的歌哪裏去了？但不要
想這些吧，妳也有妳的音樂——
當波狀的雲把將逝的壹天映照，
以胭紅抹上殘梗散碎的田野，
這時啊，河柳下的壹群小飛蟲
就同奏哀音，它們忽而飛高，
忽而下落，隨著微風的起滅；
籬下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在園中
紅胸的知更鳥就群起呼哨；
而群羊在山圈裏高聲默默咩叫；
叢飛的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。