孤独的割麦女(The Solitary Reaper)

师哈哈达人

　　stop here, or gently pass!
　　alone she cuts and binds the grain,
　　and sings a melancholy strain;
　　o listen! for the vale profound
　　is overflowing with the sound.
　　no nightingale did ever chaunt
　　more welcome notes to weary bands
　　of travelers in some shady haunt,
　　among arabian sands;
　　a voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
　　in spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,
　　breaking the silence of the seas
　　among the farthest hebrides.
　　will no one tell me what she sings?&
　　perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
　　for old, unhappy, far-off things,
　　and battles long ago;
　　or is it some more humble lay,
　　familiar matter of to-day?
　　some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
　　that has been, and may be again?
　　whate'er the theme, the maiden sang
　　as if her song could have no ending;
　　i saw her singing at her work,
　　and o'er the sickle bending&&
　　i listen'd, motionless and still;
　　and, as i mounted up the hill,
　　the music in my heart i bore,
　　long after it was heard no more.