雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 5　冬青發(fā)新枝

5. Green Groweth the Holly

——Henry VIII

Green groweth the holly,

So doth the ivy.

Though winter blasts blow never so high,

Green groweth the holly.

As the holly groweth green,

And never changeth hue,

So I am, ever hath been,

Unto my lady true.

As the holly groweth green

With ivy all alone

When flowers cannot be see

And greenwood leaves be gone,

Now unto my lady,

Promise to her I make

From all other only

To her I me betake.

Adieu, mine owne lady,

Adieu, my speciall,

Who hath my heart truly,

Be sure, and ever shall.