包邮一个孩子的诗园

The Land of Counterpane When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills; And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about. I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane. 床上大陆 当我生病躺卧在床，
我把头搁在两个枕上，
所有玩具放在身边，
整天我都觉得心欢。 有时我花去大约一小时，
观看铅制士兵行进不止，
它们穿过床单被褥组成的山丘，
各种制服与操练应有尽有。 有时我派出一支支舰队，
让它们颠簸起伏在床单内，
或者我搬出树林和房屋，
把城市修建在各处。 我是巨人，庞大而平静，
巍然矗立在枕头山顶，
面对眼前的平原和溪谷——
让人多么快乐的床上大陆。 Winter-Time Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake. 冬天 冬天的太阳迟迟不起床，
困倦的它在严寒中散发出红光；
待眨过一两个小时眼之后，
这个血红的橘子又落下山头。 在星星离开天空以前，
早晨天没亮我就睁开了双眼；
我浑身发抖赤身裸体，
在寒冷的烛光中洗澡穿衣。 我坐下时紧靠宜人的炉火，
把冻僵的身子稍微暖和；
或者驾一辆驯鹿雪橇，
到房子周围更冷的地方嬉闹。 离开时我的保姆
让我戴上围巾和帽子才准外出；
寒风将我的脸刮得发痛，
像把结霜的胡椒粉吹入我鼻孔。 在银白色草地上我的脚印是黑色，
呼出的气立即凝固在隆冬时节；
树木与房屋，湖水与小山，
全部冻得像婚礼蛋糕一般。