《孤独的收割人》英文原文

The Solitary Reaper
　　BEHOLD her, single in the field,　
　　Yon solitary Highland Lass!　
　　Reaping and singing by herself;　
　　Stop here, or gently pass!　
　　Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
　　And sings a melancholy strain;　
　　O listen! for the Vale profound　
　　Is overflowing with the sound.
　　No Nightingale did ever chaunt
　　More welcome notes to weary bands
　　Of travellers in some shady haunt,
　　Among Arabian sands:
　　A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
　　In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
　　Breaking the silence of the seas
　　Among the farthest Hebrides.
　　Will no one tell me what she sings?--
　　Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
　　For old, unhappy, far-off things,