HIs Wildness by W.B. Yeats
O bid me mount and sail up there
Amid the cloudy wrack,
For Peg and Meg and Paris' love
That had so straight a back,
Are gone away, and some that stay
Have changed there silk for sack.
Were I but there and none to hear
I'd have a peacock cry,
For that is natural to a man
That lives in memory,
Being all alone I'd nurse a stone
And sing it lullaby.
他的狂劲儿
呵，让我跳上或飘升
到散乱的云层，
因为伯格、麦格或帕里斯的情人
腰板直挺挺，
他们都已逝去，
留下的把丝绸换成了麻巾。
要是我在场，无人听见，
我会让孔雀嘶鸣，
对一个生活在记忆中的人，
这是自然的事情，
孤独中，我会养育一块石头，
唱安眠曲给它听。
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