The Kingfisher        W.H. Davies

It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
   And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was tears,
   So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.

Go you and, with such glorious hues,
   Live with proud Peacocks in green parks,
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
   Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.

Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
   Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
   That’s green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.






我覺得這是一篇蠻lovely的poem
希望大家也會喜歡 ^o^

看不懂 希望可以+ 中文翻譯  [因文太爛]