Daydream[詩歌]

《Daydream》作者是 Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell，創作年代為1846。

Published in the 1846 collectionPoems By Currer, Ellis and Acton Bellunder Emily'snom de plume'Ellis Bell'.
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On a sunny brae alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
It was the marriage-time of May,
With her young lover, June.
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From her mother's heart seemed loath to part
That queen of bridal charms,
But her father smiled on the fairest child
He ever held in his arms.
3
The trees did wave their plumy crests,
The glad birds carolled clear;
And I, of all the wedding guests,
Was only sullen there!
4
There was not one, but wished to shun
My aspect void of cheer;
The very gray rocks, looking on,
Asked, "What do you here?"
5
And I could utter no reply;
In sooth, I did not know
Why I had brought a clouded eye
To greet the general glow.
6
So, resting on a heathy bank,
I took my heart to me;
And we together sadly sank
Into a reverie.
7
We thought, "When winter comes again,
Where will these bright things be?
All vanished, like a vision vain,
An unreal mockery!
8
"The birds that now so blithely sing,
Through deserts, frozen dry,
Poor spectres of the perished spring,
In famished troops will fly.
9
"And why should we be glad at all?
The leaf is hardly green,
Before a token of its fall
Is on the surface seen!"
10
Now, whether it were really so,
I never could be sure;
But as in fit of peevish woe,
I stretched me on the moor,
11

A thousand thousand gleaming fires
Seemed kindling in the air;
A thousand thousand silvery lyres
Resounded far and near:
12
Methought, the very breath I breathed
Was full of sparks divine,
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine!
13
And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To that strange minstrelsy
The little glittering spirits sung,
Or seemed to sing, to me:
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"O mortal! mortal! let them die;
Let time and tears destroy,
That we may overflow the sky
With universal joy!
15
"Let grief distract the sufferer's breast,
And night obscure his way;
They hasten him to endless rest,
And everlasting day.
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"To thee the world is like a tomb,
A desert's naked shore;
To us, in unimagined bloom,
It brightens more and more!
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"And, could we lift the veil, and give
One brief glimpse to thine eye,
Thou wouldst rejoice for those that live,
BECAUSE they live to die."
18
The music ceased; the noonday dream,
Like dream of night, withdrew;
But Fancy, still, will sometimes deem
Her fond creation true.