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,
+ [/ |% L4 R! e　　Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
　　Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,
1 T: z- U* \, r　　Above on the terrace a turret door
　　Frames a lady, listless and wan,
+ B' ^" K9 m. N1 f7 G+ b% {: s, Q　　But fair for the eye to rest upon.
; B. `$ c8 F/ J4 G) ~　　The minstrel plucks at his silver strings,
　　And looking up to the lady, sings: --
* |0 P/ L; m! d　　Down the road to Avignon,
& J! a! d) P+ J2 u* u3 t+ i$ ]　　The long, long road to Avignon,
& H( a$ p! l, ]4 c/ I- J　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
' V! s! ?; e& M' _　　One morning in the spring.
　　The octagon tower casts a shade
　　Cool and gray like a cutlass blade;
7 C# y# U3 X: T" T  U: w　　In sun-baked vines the cicalas spin,
　　The little green lizards run out and in.
　　A sail dips over the ocean's rim,
3 q7 W+ F& ~2 n, x. J$ H+ P　　And bubbles rise to the fountain's brim.
% v; D; f- j1 i( A0 n　　The minstrel touches his silver strings,
　　And gazing up to the lady, sings: --
) H2 e; H  \0 ~  a6 z　　Down the road to Avignon,
! Y8 y$ A& a% W3 R) H- h6 A( n% G　　The long, long road to Avignon,
/ C" }. H. Z# i" a9 X& v8 m# y　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
, C* W$ E+ t: o2 W, S7 K2 U　　Slowly she walks to the balustrade,
7 N5 I& L& V/ r% }  j　　Idly notes how the blossoms fade
　　In the sun's caress; then crosses where
　　The shadow shelters a carven chair.
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　　Within its curve, supine she lies,
  n2 M8 M6 r  ?% H& }　　And wearily closes her tired eyes.
　　The minstrel beseeches his silver strings,
% O% m) O+ h7 I" i　　And holding the lady spellbound, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
- J) T5 b# c, g* v　　The long, long road to Avignon,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
# s8 Z4 V* a  ~5 b0 z$ b7 _9 v8 T/ `　　One morning in the spring.
" B1 I8 ?& ~9 |3 d! Q/ e7 e6 \　　Clouds sail over the distant trees,
/ Z3 J3 j, `( `7 |　　Petals are shaken down by the breeze,
& m* f9 k! Z. ^　　They fall on the terrace tiles like snow;
　　The sighing of waves sounds, far below.
　　A humming-bird kisses the lips of a rose
　　Then laden with honey and love he goes.
　　The minstrel woos with his silver strings,
2 ^8 x8 K  F. Q. W0 ~- E5 q+ u　　And climbing up to the lady, sings: --
7 d6 \) K# x9 j" |6 g6 l# h　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
2 R! ?( N; P8 Q$ X5 h( k　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
　　Step by step, and he comes to her,
　　Fearful lest she suddenly stir.
. z8 L: m0 o: Z6 `　　Sunshine and silence, and each to each,
5 O# I6 {; k8 i7 N2 I, K2 |　　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!
& u, u8 v7 j" p1 `( _　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
- x; y4 ]! I# Z& s4 f. c! m; [　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.