22.Bright Star
——约翰•济慈*
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art---
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And Watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature&`&s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth&`&s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors---
No-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow&`&d upon my fair love&`&s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever---or else swoon to death.
*约翰•济慈(John Keats,1795—1821),英国诗人