华兹华斯的诗歌《绿山雀》英文版

The Green Linnet

　　by William Wordsworth

　　Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
　　Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
　　With brightest sunshine round me spread
　　Of spring's unclouded weather,
　　In this sequestered nook how sweet
　　To sit upon my orchard-seat!
　　And birds and flowers once more to greet,
　　My last year's friends together.

　　One have I marked, the happiest guest
　　In all this covert of the blest:
　　Hail to Thee, far above the rest
　　In joy of voice and pinion!
　　Thou, Linnet! in thy green array,
　　Presiding Spirit here to-day,
　　Dost lead the revels of the May;
　　And this is thy dominion.

　　While birds, and butterflies, and flowers,
　　Make all one band of paramours,
　　Thou, ranging up and down the bowers,
　　Art sole in thy employment:
　　A Life, a Presence like the Air,
　　Scattering thy gladness without care,
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