《The Baite》约翰·但恩诗赏析

The Baite

Come live with mee, and bee my love,

And wee will some new pleasures prove

Of golden sands, and christall brookes,

With silken lines, and silver hookes.

There will the river whispering runne　

Warm'd by thy eyes, more then the Sunne.

And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,

Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swimme in that live bath,

Each fish, which every channell hath,　

Will amorously to thee swimme,

Gladder to catch thee, then thou him.

If thou, to be so seene, beest loath,

By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both,

And if my selfe have leave to see,　

I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,

And cut their legges, which shells and weeds,

Or treacherously poore fish beset,

With strangling snare, or windowie net:　

Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest

The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,

Or curious traitors, sleavesicke flies

Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.

For thee, thou needst no such deceit,　

For thou thy selfe art thine owne bait;

That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,

Alas, is wiser farre then I.