译诗 艾米莉勃朗特诗歌

这一首挺有来历…这是我有天跟老爷子去澡堂洗完澡修脚（他修，我不修）的时候翻译的

Mild the mist upon the hill

Telling not of storms tomorrow;

No, the day has wept its fill,

Spent its store of silent sorrow.

山坡上笼罩的薄雾

并非预示着明天的风雨；

不，今日已倾洒了它所有的存储，

花光了它沉默的忧郁。

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,

I am a child once more,

And 'neath my father's sheltering roof

And near the old hall door

我回到了年轻的时日，

再一次成为了孩子，

头顶父亲庇护的屋顶，

临近房子老旧的门厅，

I watch this cloudy evening fall

After a day of rain;

Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall

The horizon's mountain chain.

我望着这云翳的晚夕，

一日的降雨已然落尽；

夏日的蓝雾，甜美的雾气，

叫连绵的群山失却魅力。

The damp stands on the long green grass

As thick as morning's tears,

And dreamy scents of fragrance pass

That breathe of other years.

湿气贴附在长长的绿草，

同清晨的露珠一般大小；

芬芳的气味梦幻缥缈，

夹杂着往昔的味道。

by Emily Jane Brontë