雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 26　春光

26. Spring

——T. Nashe

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king.

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring.

Cold does not sting, the pretty birds do sing:

Cuckoo, jug——jug, pu——we, to——witta——woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day.

And we hear ay birds tune this merry lay:

Cuckoo, jug——jug, pu——we, to——witta——woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,

Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,

In every street these tunes our ear do greet:

Cuckoo, jug——jug, pu——we, to——witta——woo!

Spring! The sweet Spring!