In the nook of a wood where a pool freshed with dew Glassed,daybreak till evening, blueskyglimpsingthrough Then a star; or a slip of May-moon silver- white, Thridding softly aloof the quiet of night, Was a thicket of flowers.
Willow herb, mint, pale speedwell and rattle Water hemlock and sundew — to the wind’s tittle-tattle They nodded, dreamed, swayed in jocund delight, In beauty and sweetness arrayed, still and bright. By turn scampered rabbit; trotted fox; bee and bird Paused droning, sang shrill, and the fair water stirred. Plashed green frog, or some brisk little flickering fish — Gudgeon, stickleback, minnow — set the ripples a-swish.
A lone pool, a pool grass-fringed, crystal-clear: Deep, placid, and cool in the sweet of the year; Edge-parched when the sun to the Dog Days drew near; And with winter’s bleak rime hard asglass, robed in snow, The whole wild-wood sleeping, and nothing a-blow But the wind from the North — bringing snow.
That is all. Save that one long, sweet, June night-tide
すべてはそれっきり、 6月のあの晩の長く甘美な真夜中を のぞいては。
straying, The harsh hemlock’s pale umbelliferous bloom Tentingnook, dense with fragrance and secret with gloom, In a beaming of moon-colored light faintly raying. On buds orbed with dew phosphorescently playing. Came a Stranger — still-footed, feat-fingered, clear face Unhumanly lovely: . . . and supped in that place.