Lines Written in Early Spring

　　William Wordsworth

　　I heard a thousand blended notes,

　　While in a grove I sate reclined,

　　In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

　　Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

　　To her fair works did Nature link

　　The human soul that through me ran;

　　And much it grieved my heart to think

　　What man has made of man.

　　Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

　　The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

　　And ’tis my faith that every flower

　　Enjoys the air it breathes.

　　The birds around me hopped and played,

　　Their thoughts I cannot measure: –

　　But the least motion which they made

　　It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

　　The budding twigs spread out their fan,

　　To catch the breezy air;

　　And I must think, do all I can,

　　That there was pleasure there.

　　If this belief from heaven be sent,

　　If such be Nature’s holy plan,

　　Have I not reason to lament

　　What man has made of man?

　　寫于早春

　　威廉·華茲華斯

　　我躺臥在樹林之中，

　　聽著融諧的千萬聲音，

　　閑適的情緒，愉快的思想，

　　卻帶來了憂心忡忡。

　　大自然把她的美好事物

　　通過我聯(lián)系人的靈魂，

　　而我痛心萬分，想起了

　　人怎樣對待著人。

　　那邊綠蔭中的櫻草花叢，

　　有長春花在把花圈編織，

　　我深信每朵花不論大小，

　　都能享受它呼吸的空氣。

　　四圍的鳥兒跳了又耍，

　　我不知道它們想些什么，

　　但它們每個細微的動作，

　　似乎都激起心頭的歡樂。

　　萌芽的嫩枝張臂如扇，

　　捕捉那陣陣的清風，

　　使我沒法不深切地感到，

　　它們也自有歡欣，

　　如果上天叫我這樣相信，

　　如果這是大自然的用心，

　　難道我沒有理由悲嘆

　　人怎樣對待著人?

　　(王佐良 譯)