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　　Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
　　Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
　　But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
　　Though the dull brain perplexes and retards
　　Already with thee! tender is the night,
　　And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
　　Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
　　But here there is no light,
　　Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
　　Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
　　去吧！去吧！我要飞向你，
　　不用酒神的车辗和他的随从，
　　乘着诗歌无形的翅膀，
　　尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你，
　　夜色温柔，而月后
　　正登上她的宝座，
　　周围是她所有的星星仙子，
　　但这处那处都没有光，
　　一些天光被微风吹入幽绿，
　　和青苔的曲径。
　　I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
　　Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
　　But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
　　Wherewith the seasonable month endows
　　The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
　　White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
　　Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
　　And mid-May's eldest child,
　　The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
　　The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
　　我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁，
　　何种软香悬于高枝，
　　但在温馨的暗处，猜测每一种甜蜜
　　以其时令的赠与
　　青草地、灌木丛、野果树
　　白山楂和田园玫瑰；
　　叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰；
　　还有五与中旬的首出，
　　这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇，
　　夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。
　　Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
　　I have been half in love with easeful Death,
　　Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
　　To take into the air my quiet breath;
　　Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
　　To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
　　While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
　　In such an ecstasy!
　　Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain--
　　To thy high requiem become a sod.
　　我倾听黑夜，多少次
　　我几乎爱上了逸谧的死亡，
　　在如此多的沉思之韵中呼唤她轻柔的名，
　　编织成歌，我无声的呼吸；
　　现在她更加华丽的死去，
　　在午夜不带悲伤的飞升，
　　当你正向外倾泻灵魂
　　这般的迷狂！
　　你仍唱着，而我听不见，
　　你那高昂的安魂曲对着一搓泥土。

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