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Day 52
第52天
The Soote Season
溫和的季節
Henry Howard
亨利·霍華德
the soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, with green hath and the hill and eke the vale;
溫和的季節，催生葉芽和花蕾， 綠樹青草覆蓋了山巒和山谷，
the nightingale with feathers new she sings; the turtle to her mate hath told her tale.
換上新羽毛的夜鶯把歌聲放飛， 斑鳩對她的伴侶傾訴心曲。
summer is come, for every spray now spings; the hart hath hung his old head on the pale;
夏日來臨，繁花茂葉壓彎了樹枝根根， 雄鹿把他暗褐色的角掛上籬樁，
the buck in brake his winter coat he flings; the fishes float with new repair'd scale;
公羊把他的冬裝遺棄于灌木叢， 披上新鱗的魚兒漂浮在水上。
the adder all her slough away she slings; the swift swallow pursueth the flies' small;
蛇兒蛻去她的舊皮， 輕捷的燕子追逐著小小的蒼蠅，
the busy bee her honey now she mings. winter is worn, that was the flowers' bale.
忙碌的蜜蜂正在釀造花蜜， 嚴冬，戕害花兒的兇煞，如今筋疲力盡。
and thus I see among these pleasant things, each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs.
目光所至，萬物一片生機，一覽無余， 憂郁的事在消亡，憂愁依然襲上我的心頭。
