An Apple Gathering
by C. G. Rossetti
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
And wore them all that evening in my hair:
The in due season when I went to see
I found no apple there.
With dangling basket all along the grass
As I had come I went the selfsame track:
My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
So empty-handed back.
Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer;
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother’s home was near.
Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,
A stronger hand than hers helped it along;
A voice talked with her through the shadows cool
More sweet to me than song.
Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
Than apples with their green leaves piled above?
I counted rosiest apples on the earth
Of far less worth than love.
So once it was with me you stooped to talk
Laughing and listening in this very lane:
To think that by this way we used to walk
We shall not walk again!
I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos
And groups, the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews
Fell fast I loitered still.
摘苹果
【英】克·吉·罗塞蒂
我从苹果树上摘下粉红色的花，
整日整夜把它们在头发上簪插：
到了收割季节，我去果园察看，
果园里却一个苹果都没有发现。
我扛着一只空篮子沿着草地逛
在和我来时完全相同的路径上：
邻居们看见我路过都把我嘲笑，
这样两手空空往回走真是糟糕。
莉莲和莉莉娅笑着吃力地走过，
她们那鼓起的篮子像在嘲弄我；
她们唱着甜美的歌声在夕照下，
前面不多远就到了她们的娘家。
胖大娘葛特拎着满满一篮苹果，
一只更壮实的手在后面帮扶着；
有人与她说说话在清爽林荫里，
我看那窃窃私语比歌声更甜蜜。
啊，维利呀维利，难道我的爱
没有青枝绿叶上的苹果更值钱？
我认为地上最美最甜的红苹果，
比起爱情来，要没有价值得多。
我也曾这样，有你来与我攀谈，
在小巷里，有说有笑百听不厌：
我们过去常常这样开心地散步，
今后欢笑不再，真是可堪回首！
我让邻居从旁通过，两两三三，
一群群，最后一人说今夜转寒，
要赶快回家：我却不放在心上，
露珠快速滴落，我依然在闲逛。
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