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灵域

凌风 译

父啊！你的奇蹟不是孤立世外，
也不是遙远腳蹤罕到的地方；
在我们周围尽有迷人的世界，
丰富的神奇向你的儿女显彰；
寻得了你也就寻得了万有，
失去了你所有的也都失去；
我们徒然有耳听见奇怪的声响；
我们有眼卻不能看见景象；
我们飘流在僻远的異乡，
於坟墓和废墟中间住在死亡；
或只是对以往的伟大留恋追想，
出卖了生活为把灵魂埋葬；
当我们的路上昏乱的夜下降，
永远不能夠再回到光。

The Spirit-Land

Father! thy wonders do not singly stand,
Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed;
Around us ever lies the enchanted land,
In marvels rich to thine own sons displayed;
In finding thee are all things round us found;
In losing thee are all things lost beside;
Ears have we, but in vain strange voices sound;
And to our eyes the vision is denied;
We wander in the country far remote,
Mid tombs and ruined piles in death to dwell;
Or on the records of past greatness dote,
And for a buried soul the living sell;
While on our path bewildered falls the night
That ne'er returns us to the fields of light.

Jones Very, 1813-1880
American poet & essayist