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 profoundIs overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chauntMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travelers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:A voice so thrilling ne'er was heardIn spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,Breaking the silence of the seasAmong the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?

—Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago:Or is it some more humble lay,Familiar matter of to-day?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the MaidensangAs if her song could have no ending;I saw her singing at her work,And o'er the sickle bending;——I listen'd, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more.

看，一个孤独的高原姑娘，在远远的田野间收割，一边割一边独自歌唱，请你站住.

或者俏悄走过!

她独自把麦子割了又捆，唱出无限悲凉的歌声，屏息听吧!

深广的谷地已被歌声涨满而漫溢!

还从未有过夜莺百啭，唱出过如此迷人的歌，在沙漠中的绿荫间抚慰过疲惫的旅客;还从未有过杜鹃迎春，声声啼得如此震动灵魂，在遥远的赫布利底群岛打破过大海的寂寥。

她唱什么，谁能告诉我?

忧伤的音符不断流涌，是把遥远的不聿诉说?

是把古代的战争吟咏?

也许她的歌比较卑谦，只是唱今日平凡的悲欢，只是唱自然的哀伤苦痛——昨天经受过，明天又将重逢?

姑娘唱什么，我猜不着，她的歌如流水永无尽头;只见她一边唱一边干活，弯腰挥镰，操劳不休我凝神不动，听她歌唱，然后，当我登上了山岗，尽管歌声早已不能听到，它却仍在我心头缭绕。

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