09/05/2024 02:06Thi Viện - Kho tàng thi ca Việt Nam và thế giới
Nước: Anh
Đăng bởi Cammy vào 18/04/2008 19:45
Nguyên tác
Far in a western brookland
That bred me long ago
The poplars stand and tremble
By pools I used to know.
There, in the windless night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
He hears: long since forgotten
In fields where I was known,
Here I lie down in London
And turn to rest alone.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.