Lines Written in Early Spring by 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?

写于早春 - 威廉·华兹华斯 作 / 王佐良 译

我躺卧在树林之中，

听着融谐的千万声音，

闲适的情绪，愉快的思想，

却带来了忧心忡忡。

大自然把她的美好事物

通过我联系人的灵魂，

而我痛心万分，想起了

人怎样对待着人。

那边绿荫中的樱草花丛，

有长春花在把花圈编织，

我深信每朵花不论大小，

都能享受它呼吸的空气。

四围的鸟儿跳了又耍，

我不知道它们想些什么，

但它们每个细微的动作，

似乎都激起心头的欢乐。

萌芽的嫩枝张臂如扇，

捕捉那阵阵的清风，

使我没法不深切地感到，

它们也自有欢欣，

如果上天叫我这样相信，

如果这是大自然的用心，

难道我没有理由悲叹

人怎样对待着人？