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,
9 U5 `  x% L" E* s2 q& Z　　Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
1 x+ T& x* C: c2 r　　Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,
　　Above on the terrace a turret door
3 r) h( y) |: J$ f. d　　Frames a lady, listless and wan,
$ f9 g/ O( G  w! ~% s　　But fair for the eye to rest upon.
, O2 M0 D+ X# G$ X% W$ T8 J8 j　　The minstrel plucks at his silver strings,
　　And looking up to the lady, sings: --
1 ?: a& o1 |- f　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
. {) c* U& g! _3 _* W　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
" C: P( Q9 z; X" M# `! X　　One morning in the spring.
6 z( b: Y/ ?3 K: n　　The octagon tower casts a shade
　　Cool and gray like a cutlass blade;
. s/ `8 O" G" Q( w3 J6 E" p　　In sun-baked vines the cicalas spin,
8 m' l' d) W" P3 U* ]9 Z　　The little green lizards run out and in.
8 _( S# C! o. [2 h: \　　A sail dips over the ocean's rim,
2 E# l/ N, V" O$ ?5 z8 @) a8 V　　And bubbles rise to the fountain's brim.
　　The minstrel touches his silver strings,
# Z2 X! [0 H6 X5 W  G6 b9 c" p) [　　And gazing up to the lady, sings: --
5 {. p+ b: e. }, u3 h1 Q- S! f　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
/ k3 e: K/ [: S7 {. e0 w4 O2 W/ n1 X　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
6 [+ E8 |$ N2 \+ k9 h　　Slowly she walks to the balustrade,
　　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,
6 n& G/ p: m% z* Y$ n7 N% O% y　　And wearily closes her tired eyes.
　　The minstrel beseeches his silver strings,
　　And holding the lady spellbound, sings: --
: n, _" u# p0 W. d! s# S　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
: C5 S, m5 F4 Z. N　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
- o! A) ]0 a  G( T3 k2 n% C# s+ w　　One morning in the spring.
　　Clouds sail over the distant trees,
8 H2 e) }- Q! U* x6 K( }　　Petals are shaken down by the breeze,
　　They fall on the terrace tiles like snow;
　　The sighing of waves sounds, far below.
$ D, z; c. J- W　　A humming-bird kisses the lips of a rose
　　Then laden with honey and love he goes.
- S3 D9 I0 n& {# W; o　　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,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
　　Step by step, and he comes to her,
. g* X0 d: r8 P" O1 c  c　　Fearful lest she suddenly stir.
　　Sunshine and silence, and each to each,
　　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!
1 V# z! f3 \! z/ f( k　　Down the road to Avignon,
7 ~& j, E: k4 R- y" v! E　　The long, long road to Avignon,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
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