Classical English Poetry in Europe and America: Walking through a Stream
Walk past Brooks, honey,
Where the fish stare,
Walking through brooks,
I will pass by there.
Walk along the river,
Where eels gather,
Rivers, love,
I won? It won't be long.
Take the sea,
Where whales sail,
Ocean, love,
I won't fail.
Walking through the stream,
There are small fish looking around;
Love,
I will look for it there.
Cross the river,
There are groups of eels wandering there;
Love,
I'll go right away.
Across the ocean,
There are giant whales chasing waves;
Love,
I won't forget my appointment.
I have traveled overseas.
I travel among strangers.
On overseas land;
Not really, England! Did I just know then?
How much I love you.
In the past, that melancholy dream!
I won't leave your shore either.
The second time; Because I still seem to
Love you more and more.
I feel it in your mountains
The happiness I long for;
My precious she turned her wheel.
By the bonfire in England.
Your morning is revealed, your night is hidden,
The gazebo where Lucy plays;
You are also the last green field.
Lucy's eyes examined.
I have traveled overseas,
Surrounded by strange eyes;
England, I don't know how much I love you,
Just because I have never been to a foreign country!
All the melancholy dreams are gone,
The idea of traveling far away is long dead.
Just because I love you more and more,
I don't want to pack any more.
There is my happiness on the mountain you worship,
Your mountain has my expectations;
Swinging a spinning wheel by an English stove,
And my beloved girl.
Your morning light shines on her wandering in the shade,
Your night is wandering in the hut with her;
Your green fields,