Morning

★ Morning ☆ Poetry by Paul Laurence Dunbar The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The coquette rose awakes again Her lovely self adorning. The Wind is hiding in the trees, A sighing, soothing, laughing tease, Until the rose says 'Kiss me, please, ' 'Tis morning, 'tis morning. With staff in hand and careless-free, The wanderer fares right jauntily, For towns and houses are, thinks he, For scorning, for scorning. My soul is swift upon the wing, And in its deeps a song I bring; Come, Love, and we together sing, ''Tis morning, 'tis morning.' ▲ Chinese Translation ★ 早晨 ☆ [美] 保罗•劳伦斯•邓巴 (1872-1906) 诗 ☆ [中] 罗志海 译 雾霭已从绿色平原离开 露珠闪耀像仙女的雨滴 风骚的玫瑰花再次醒来 她自己梳妆打扮多可爱 风儿正在树上藏躲 一个叹息，逗笑，舒心 直到玫瑰说："请吻我" 今天早晨，今天早晨 职员用手随心所欲地 波动的票价正洋洋得意走俏 对于城镇和房子来说，他觉得 嘲笑，嘲笑 我迅捷装上翅膀的灵魂 深处里有一首我自带的歌 来吧，亲爱的，我们一起唱歌 "今天早晨，今天早晨" 北京时间2015年1月7日翻译 Beijing time 1/7/2015 translation