TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTHby
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 致威廉·華茲華斯 塞缪尔·泰勒·柯勒律治
作
This be the meed, that thy
song creates a thousand-fold echo! Sweet as the warble of woods, that
awakes at the gale of the morning! List! the Hearts of the Pure, like
caves in the ancient mountains Deep, deep in the Bosom, and from
the Bosom reso
und it,
Each with a different tone, complete or in musical
fragments— All have welcomed thy Voice, and
receive and retain and prolong it! This is the word of the Lord! it is spoken, and Beings
Eternal Live and are borne as an Infant;
the Eternal begets the Immortal: Love is the Spirit of Life, and
Music the Life of the Spirit!