一直很喜欢这首诗歌。。今天做了翻译，姑且来看看。
The Solitary Reaper 孤独的收割女
Behold her, single in the field
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,她依然割捆故我
And sings a melancholy strain;
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一直很喜欢这首诗歌。。今天做了翻译，姑且来看看。
The Solitary Reaper 孤独的收割女
Behold her, single in the field
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,她依然割捆故我
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No nightingale did ever chaunt 在荒凉的阿拉伯沙漠
More welcome notes to weary bands 在飘泊者的憩息的树荫边
Of travellers in some shady haunt, 此时的婉转夜莺轻啼
Of travellers in some shady haunt, 也不如这歌声如此的沁人心脾
No sweeter voice was ever heard
In spring - time from the cuckoo - bird布谷鸟的轻啼唤醒了春天
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings? 谁能告诉我她在唱什么
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far - off things,为那些苍老，不幸，和渺茫
Familiar matter of to - day?
That has been, and may be again!
Whate`er the theme, the maiden sang 无论她究竟唱些什么
As if her song could have no ending;都渺无止境
I saw her singing at her work,我看到她收割时在唱歌
And o`er the sickle bending; 弯腰时也在吟唱
I listen`d, till I had my fill; 我静静地听着
And, as I mounted up the hill, 直到我登上了山颠
The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.还在心中荡气回肠
