晨读经典英文诗歌：The Road to Avignon

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晨读经典英文诗歌：The Road to Avignon　　A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
& X2 `' s0 v& d" T　　Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
　　Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,
! S5 T& K1 \+ p4 ~& ?; @: s　　Above on the terrace a turret door
　　Frames a lady, listless and wan,
　　But fair for the eye to rest upon.
- G. O2 c, H1 h  ?* j3 @　　The minstrel plucks at his silver strings,
3 ?& E! o; j) o- g　　And looking up to the lady, sings: --
0 O) ^' x% s, ]2 F; T1 P　　Down the road to Avignon,
9 g; d- c. c3 `: D　　The long, long road to Avignon,
* v, c9 {5 b: f6 L6 k! u　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
5 R* @$ n: O" U　　One morning in the spring.
　　The octagon tower casts a shade
　　Cool and gray like a cutlass blade;
$ r/ E. O7 l! G6 G7 B　　In sun-baked vines the cicalas spin,
　　The little green lizards run out and in.
　　A sail dips over the ocean's rim,
　　And bubbles rise to the fountain's brim.
+ s6 V. b+ x& Q6 `8 u8 X5 k　　The minstrel touches his silver strings,
　　And gazing up to the lady, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
5 P. X1 j+ G7 s$ U7 E- D" b% Z( T# Z　　The long, long road to Avignon,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
' ^1 L5 a9 E' f3 {8 b2 V. q　　One morning in the spring.
　　Slowly she walks to the balustrade,
$ q5 v% T3 d' ?8 d% N6 ]　　Idly notes how the blossoms fade
　　In the sun's caress; then crosses where
: P. w- s3 R/ E: E# p, p0 H( q　　The shadow shelters a carven chair.
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　　Within its curve, supine she lies,
　　And wearily closes her tired eyes.
. R% r) w$ E- B+ K- C# L) p　　The minstrel beseeches his silver strings,
; j5 X) a% D, O( z: C　　And holding the lady spellbound, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
0 Q9 G# k" e! ^# ?  i- {　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
* ~3 V+ o4 D, q　　One morning in the spring.
　　Clouds sail over the distant trees,
8 v, X& R& Q8 L% P  D/ U6 c0 ~　　Petals are shaken down by the breeze,
5 y- I% g- H  H% a  m, H9 I. [　　They fall on the terrace tiles like snow;
0 [# _& v- `  r4 _' Q　　The sighing of waves sounds, far below.
　　A humming-bird kisses the lips of a rose
　　Then laden with honey and love he goes.
) a+ n0 [7 b$ [% n5 C( u　　The minstrel woos with his silver strings,
　　And climbing up to the lady, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
/ E6 L: Z# D- @　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
) U2 L! Q3 Q; U' V  H　　Step by step, and he comes to her,
' `. ~4 r8 c) N; y9 S　　Fearful lest she suddenly stir.
* L1 T) a! M$ g$ \- p0 s. D9 @　　Sunshine and silence, and each to each,
" x( K$ S" X$ Y# `　　The lute and his singing their only speech;
　　He leans above her, her eyes unclose,
　　The humming-bird enters another rose.
　　The minstrel hushes his silver strings.
　　Hark! The beating of humming-birds' wings!
　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
  L$ V' A! c6 [. o# h- F0 p　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
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