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THE CARDINAL BIRD Arthur Guiterman
北美红雀 亚瑟·吉特曼
Where snowdrifts are deepest he frolics along,
红雀在厚厚的雪堆中嬉戏，
A flicker of crimson, a chirrup of song,
深红色毛发一闪一闪，不停地唱着歌，
My cardinal bird of the frost-powdered wing,
红雀翅膀上覆盖了像粉末一样的霜，
Composing new lyrics to whistle in Spring.
为春天创作了新歌曲。
A plump little prelate, the park is his church;
有些丰腴的教士，公园就是他的教堂；
The pulpit he loves is a cliff-sheltered birch;
他热爱的讲堂是一棵被悬崖遮盖的桦树；
And there, in his rubicund livery dressed,
它红润有光泽，穿着教士制服，
Arranging his feathers and ruffling his crest,
摆弄着羽毛，弄乱它的羽冠，
He preaches, with most unconventional glee,
他正在布道，它的欢笑异于常人，
A sermon addressed to the squirrels and me,
松鼠和我听到了布道，
Commending the wisdom of those that display
赞扬了人们表现出的智慧，
The brightest of colors when heavens are gray.
灰色的天空展现了最亮丽的色彩。
