[00:00.000] 作词 : William Wordsworth
[00:00.545]Lucy Gray
[00:02.960]By William Wordsworth
[00:04.507]（英国浪漫主义诗人威廉·华兹华斯的一首诗歌）
[00:09.451]Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
[00:14.156]And when I crossed the wild,
[00:18.774]I chanced to see at break of day
[00:24.200]The solitary child.
[00:28.456]
[00:28.590]No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
[00:34.337]She dwelt on a wide moor,
[00:39.056]The sweetest thing that ever grew
[00:44.217]Beside a human door!
[00:48.728]
[00:49.101]You yet may spy the fawn at play,
[00:54.166]The hare upon the green;
[00:58.902]But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
[01:04.278]Will never more be seen.
[01:08.223]
[01:08.748]To-night will be a stormy night—
[01:13.998]You to the town must go;
[01:19.011]And take a lantern, Child, to light
[01:24.260]Your mother through the snow.
[01:28.760]
[01:29.234]That, Father! will I gladly do:
[01:34.079]’Tis scarcely afternoon—
[01:38.990]The minster-clock has just struck two,
[01:44.052]And yonder is the moon!”
[01:48.334]
[01:48.921]At this the Father raised his hook,
[01:54.117]And snapped a faggot-band;
[01:59.330]He plied his work;—and Lucy took
[02:04.175]The lantern in her hand.
[02:08.591]
[02:09.399]Not blither is the mountain roe:
[02:10.447]With many a wanton stroke
[02:14.457]Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
[02:18.369]That rises up like smoke.
[02:23.096]
[02:29.319]The storm came on before its time:
[02:34.198]She wandered up and down;
[02:39.052]And many a hill did Lucy climb:
[02:44.237]But never reached the town.
[02:47.997]
[02:49.442]The wretched parents all that night
[02:54.310]Went shouting far and wide;
[02:59.340]But there was neither sound nor sight
[03:04.026]To serve them for a guide.
[03:07.221]
[03:07.513]At day-break on a hill they stood
[03:07.642]That overlooked the moor;
[03:07.946]And thence they saw the bridge of wood,
[03:08.405]A furlong from their door.
[03:08.642]
[03:08.916]They wept—and, turning homeward, cried,
[03:14.038]“In heaven we all shall meet;”
[03:19.234]When in the snow the mother spied
[03:24.013]The print of Lucy’s feet.
[03:28.443]
[03:29.231]Then downwards from the steep hill’s edge
[03:33.999]They tracked the footmarks small;
[03:38.751]And through the broken hawthorn hedge,
[03:39.313]And by the long stone-wall;
[03:48.667]
[03:49.427]And then an open field they crossed:
[03:54.007]The marks were still the same;
[03:59.159]They tracked them on, nor ever lost;
[04:04.235]And to the bridge they came.
[04:08.470]
[04:09.350]They followed from the snowy bank
[04:14.024]Those footmarks, one by one,
[04:19.240]Into the middle of the plank;
[04:24.278]And further there were none!
[04:27.921]
[04:29.095]—Yet some maintain that to this day
[04:34.550]She is a living child;
[04:38.581]That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
[04:44.033]Upon the lonesome wild.
[04:48.522]
[04:49.268]O’er rough and smooth she trips along,
[04:54.517]And never looks behind;
[04:59.710]And sings a solitary song
[05:04.592]That whistles in the wind.