O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?

While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass
At once far off, and near.

Though babbling only to the Vale,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours.

Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
Even ye thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice a mystery;

The same whom in my schoolboy days
I listened to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.

To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.

And I can listen to thee yet;
Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.

O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial, faery place;
That is fit home for thee!

致布谷鳥

威廉華·茲華斯

啊，快樂(lè)的新客！
聽(tīng)到你囀鳴，我滿懷喜悅；
啊，布谷，是否稱你為鳥？
或?yàn)槊钜簦厥幥逶剑?/p>

當(dāng)我躺在草地上，
聽(tīng)到你的二重唱：
似從這山傳到那山，
似在近旁，又在遠(yuǎn)方。

你的歌聲在山谷回蕩，
伴著繁華和陽(yáng)光；
你還把我?guī)У?BR>追憶往事的幻想。

我再三地歡迎
你是陽(yáng)春的先行。
在我眼中，你可不是鳥，
而是無(wú)形的神奇之音。

想當(dāng)年我還是小學(xué)生，
曾傾聽(tīng)同樣的鳴聲；
我千方百計(jì)尋找，
從天上到叢林。

我時(shí)常漫游，為了找你，
踩著草地，穿過(guò)密林；
如今仍在期待，雖不眼見(jiàn)，
你仍是希望，是戀情。

此刻我躺在平原，
你的歌聲仍能聽(tīng)見(jiàn)。
我專心諦聽(tīng)，
直到召回金色的童年。

我們棲息的大地
又顯得空靈而神奇；
這是你安家的福地，
啊， 快樂(lè)的鳥兒，祝福你！