第49章 诗神之子（2/2）

尽情将清闲享受？

Through field and wood to stray

And pipe y tuneful y，

Tis th y days are passd；

And all keep tuh ，

And ove harony，

And so on， to the st.

To wait I scarce have power

The gardens earliest flower，

The trees first bloo Sprg；

They hail y joyo stra，

When Wter es aga，

Of that sweet drea I sg.

My song sounds far and near，

Oer ice it echoes clear，

Then Wter blossht；

And when his blossos fly，

Fresh raptures et e eye，

Upon the well-tilld height.

Wheh the lden tree，

Young folks I ce to see，

I set the ovg soon；

His he dull d curls，

The foral aiden whirls，

Obedient to y tune.

Wgs to the feet ye lend，

Oer hill and vale ye send

The lover far fro ho；

When shall I， on your breast，

Ye kdly es， rest，

And cease at length to roa？