经典英文诗精选：Loon Point

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经典英文诗精选：Loon Point　　Softly the water ripples
　　Against the canoe's curving side,
: x1 Q- U+ u; N. A　　Softly the birch trees rustle
% q9 B9 D; v, |# z/ s% B" y6 G　　Flinging over us branches wide.
5 n( O, U8 E0 d% `3 S0 }　　Softly the moon glints and glistens
　　As the water takes and leaves,
　　Like golden ears of corn
6 x8 }7 N* _5 w& e# W　　Which fall from loose-bound sheaves,
! U+ m7 y, k) H$ {　　Or like the snow-white petals
1 o1 Z$ v( c8 {, f' m　　Which drop from an overblown rose,
8 u. p% }: F# Q: ~' |　　When Summer ripens to Autumn
　　And the freighted year must close.
　　From the shore come the scents of a garden,
　　And between a gap in the trees
　　A proud white statue glimmers
　　In cold, disdainful ease.
　　The child of a southern people,
　　The thought of an alien race,
0 \& K3 u; e( ^2 k& K/ S5 _　　What does she in this pale, northern garden,
　　How reconcile it with her grace?
2 s/ s# {! b% Y! z; J　　But the moon in her wayward beauty
- F- t( X' v' [8 t' c& N　　Is ever and always the same,
　　As lovely as when upon Latmos
　　She watched till Endymion came.
7 e" k* O; d* h% o1 w( A　　Through the water the moon writes her legends
+ W- @* T% \2 M, ^' q3 c　　In light, on the smooth, wet sand;
) Y/ v$ V& r- _. w' j$ ~, G+ b6 @0 b　　They endure for a moment, and vanish,
0 Q3 p! V/ T& r$ O# _　　And no one may understand.
　　All round us the secret of Nature
# H/ Y* m: P' {7 D　　Is telling itself to our sight,
  s6 ]) b9 `2 R5 a" X' Z: _　　We may guess at her meaning but never
' x! c! t6 F) l: W  }$ X　　Can know the full mystery of night.
　　But her power of enchantment is on us,
# p# j  w- M- ]4 P0 O- A　　We bow to the spell which she weaves,
　　Made up of the murmur of waves
　　And the manifold whisper of leaves.

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