song f（song of song）

By William Blake

Memory, hither come,

And tune your merry notes;

And, while upon the wind

Your music floats,

记忆呵，到这儿来，

鸣啭你欢快的歌喉，

而当你的乐音在风的胸怀上飘流，

Ill pore upon the stream

Where sighing lovers dream,

And fish for fancies as they pass

Within the watery glass.

我将坐在溪边冥想，在叹息的恋人近旁；

我要在水的明镜中钓起一个个的幻梦。

Ill drink of the clear stream,

And hear the linnets song;

And there Ill lie and dream

The day along:

我将啜饮那清水，并且听红雀歌唱；

我要在那儿躺下，整天不断地梦想：

And, when night comes, Ill go

To places fit for woe,

Walking along the darkend valley

With silent Melancholy.

天黑了，我就走向那宜于伤心的地方，

和沉默的忧郁一起，沿着幽黑的谷踱去。