我就要起身走了，到茵尼斯弗利岛，
造座小茅屋在那里，枝条编墙糊上泥；
我要养上一箱蜜蜂，种上九行豆角，
独住在蜂声嗡嗡的林间草地。
那儿安宁会降临我，安宁慢慢儿滴下来，
从晨的面纱滴落到蛐蛐歌唱的地方；
那儿半夜闪着微光，中午染着紫红光彩，
而黄昏织满了红雀的翅膀。
我就要起身走了，因为从早到晚从夜到朝
我听得湖水在不断轻轻拍岸；
不论我站在马路上还是在灰色人行道，
总听得它在我心灵深处呼唤。
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for thehoney bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
配图为美国
画家William Merritt Chase的
A Long Island Lake
