好诗献给你 （72）暗处的鸫鸟 The Darkling Thrush The Darkling Thrush 暗处的鸫鸟 Thomas Hardy 托马斯哈代 I leant upon a coppice gate 我倚在以树丛做篱的门边， When Frost was spectre-gray, 寒霜像幽灵般发灰， And Winter's dregs made desolate 冬的沉渣使那白日之眼 The weakening eye of day. 在苍白中更 英语美文 2020-07-27 hisen
