第78章 西风颂（第3页）

如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？

Oind，thoubreathofAutumn’sbeing，

Thou，fromwhoseuheleavesdead

Aredrivesfromaerfleeing，

Yelloale，aicred，

&ilerimultitudes：Othou，

Whochariotesttotheirdarkwintrybed

Thewingedseeds，wheretheyliedlow，

Eachlikeacorpsewithinitsgrave，until

Thiershallblow

Hero’erthedreamih，andfill

（Drivibudslikeflockstofeedinair）

Withlivinghuesandodoursplainandhill：

WildSpirit，whichartmovingeverywhere；

&royerandPreserver；hear，oh，hear！

II

Thouoream，midthesteepsky’sotion，

Loosecloudslikeearth’sdegleavesareshed，

ShookfromthetangledboughsofHeavenandO，

Angelsofrainandlightning：therearespread

Onthebluesurfaeaerysurge，

&hebrighthairupliftedfromthehead

Ofsomefierad，evenfromthedimverge

Ofthehorizoh’sheight，

Thelocksoftheapproa，The

Ofthedyiowhichthisight

Willbethedomeofavastsepulchre，

Vaultedwithallthygregatedmight

Ofvapours，fromwhosesolidatmosphere

Bla，andfire，andhailwillburst：oh，hear！

III

Thouwhodidstwakenfromhissummerdreams

TheblueMediterranean，wherehelay，

&hecoilofhisestreams，

BesideaPumiBaiae’sbay，

Andsawinsleepoldpaladtowers

&hienserday，

Allrownwithazuremossandflowers