雙語(yǔ)·英美愛情詩(shī)歌選 110　喲，絕色的鄉(xiāng)下姑娘

110. O, Fairest of the Rural Maids

——W. C. Bryant

O, fairest of the rural maids!

Thy birth was in the fairest shades;

Green boughs and glimpses of the sky

Were all that met thine infant eye.

Thy sports, thy wanderings when a child,

Were ever in the sylvan wild;

And all the beauty of the place

Is in thy heart and on thy face.

The twilight of the trees and rocks

Is in the light shade of thy locks;

Thy step is as the wind that weaves

Its playful way among the leaves.

Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene

And silent waters Heaven is seen;

Their lashes are the herbs that look

On their young figures in the brook.

The forest depths by foot impressed

Are not more sinless than thy breast;

The holy peace that fills the ai

Of those calm solitudes, is there.