再别康桥

sweetspot

徐志摩
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轻轻的我走了，
  W% v- O  t( G6 A' x0 S　正如我轻轻的来；
我轻轻的招手，
! C2 L4 a. Y6 z! f/ l# e' D( r　作别西天的云彩。
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那河畔的金柳
. J2 }8 b4 F# o8 q8 ^7 v5 j　是夕阳中的新娘
( ^% X5 O1 v* a; t波光里的艳影，
　在我的心头荡漾。
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软泥上的青荇，
　油油的在水底招摇；
8 Z5 [6 Q  e$ S在康河的柔波里，
　我甘心做一条水草

那树荫下的一潭，
　不是清泉，是天上虹
5 A) V' ^2 n" f! x& `  P7 \9 ~揉碎在浮藻间，
: f: X7 C! f' c* ^( ^4 p8 Y　沉淀着彩虹似的梦。
寻梦？撑一支长篙，
1 C! H/ t  l: X, C+ ]5 E3 n- s　向青草更青处漫溯，
满载一船星辉，
　在星辉斑斓里放歌
但我不能放歌，
　悄悄是别离的笙箫；
夏虫也为我沉默，
& {/ r5 [' {- {. `  N　沉默是今晚的康桥！
6 d# l2 O" P/ c* W; d! n3 n悄悄的我走了，
　正如我悄悄的来；
1 _' j% [& J, W我挥一挥衣袖，
/ Q- B; b  \, {$ D　不带走一片云彩。



# D( e# K" R/ l! `, eSaying Good-bye to Cambridge Again
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Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
9 z6 b* k1 I& s: DQuietly I wave good-bye
1 ?( @2 A: [( z* U" V! s+ T" UTo the rosy clouds in the western sky.
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7 {) [% U% W) z& _7 U0 Z# bThe golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart.

5 N" ~5 N9 [6 I3 ?: w1 j" d; xThe floating heart growing in the sludge
0 E( o7 @4 Q1 \Sways leisurely under the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
$ w6 Z. F7 E& q2 AI would be a water plant!
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That pool under the shade of elm trees
) Y" X: q1 _' u! ~Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
3 s1 N4 T1 X) [; {: ]( ]Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?
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8 M- F- M( v+ D$ LTo seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream
! o$ Q( _1 Z5 y. ATo where the green grass is more verdant;
Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
3 B, I0 ~' Q( ?; Z$ R. V2 v2 iAnd sing aloud in the splendour of starlight.

But I cannot sing aloud
Quietness is my farewell music;
& D' P1 C1 U4 u! z8 iEven summer insects keep silence for me
Silent is Cambridge tonight!

' R1 Q0 p  v8 ?3 ]  T3 eVery quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away