名人诗歌|By The Arno

By The Arno

The oleander on the wall

Grows crimson^{1 in the dawning light，}

Though the grey shadows of the night

Lie yet on Florence like a pall^2.

The dew is bright upon the hill，

And bright the blossoms overhead，

But ah！ the grasshoppers^{3 have fled，}

The little Attic^{4 song is still.}

only the leaves are gently stirred

By the soft breathing of the gale^5，

And in the almond-scented vale

The lonely nightingale is heard.

The day will make thee silent soon，

O nightingale sing on for love！

While yet upon the shadowy grove⁶

Splinter the arrows of the moon.

Before across the silent lawn

In sea-green vest the morning steals，

And to love's frightened eyes reveals

The long white fingers of the dawn

Fast climbing up the eastern sky

To grasp and slay^{7 the shuddering8 night，}

All careless of my heart's delight，

Or if the nightingale should die.