The Eagle 鹰 -Alfred Tennyson 丁尼生
He Clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands.
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
弯弯利爪抱石岩，
兀立孤地负蓝天，
太阳已不远。
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls.
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like thunderbolt he falls.
粼粼波光闪海面，
雄鹰俯视在山巅，
急坠如雷电。 |