雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 23　她的臉上有一座花園

23. There Is a Garden in Her Face

——T. Campion

There is a garden in her face,

Where roses and white lilies grow,

A heavenly paradise is that place,

Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.

There cherries grow, which none may buy

Till“Cherry ripe!”themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do enclose

Of orient pearl a double row,

Which when her lovely laughter shows,

They look like rosebuds filled with snow.

Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,

Till“Cherry ripe!”themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still;

Her brows like bended bows do stand,

Threatening with piercing frowns to kill

All that attempt with eye or hand

Those sacred cherries to come nigh,

Till“Cherry ripe!”themselves do cry.