When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain
And soft as lips that laugh and hide
The laughing leaves of the trees divide,
And screen from seeing and leave in sight
The god pursing, the maiden hid.
Algernon Charles Swinburne,
Atlanta in Calydon
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春之獵犬這首曲子的曲名就是從這首詩來的
實在太難翻譯了
大家自己體會一下吧..
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