詩歌的美就是在于它的表達很巧妙，以下是小編給大家整理的邂逅世間最美的英語詩歌——The Chimney Sweeper 掃煙囪的小男孩，希望可以幫到大家

　　The Chimney Sweeper

　　掃煙囪的小男孩

　　William Blake

　　威廉 布萊克

　　When my mother died I was very young,

　　我母親死的時候，我還小，

　　And my father sold me while yet my tongue

　　我父親把我賣給了別人，

　　Could scarcely cry "weep! weep! weep! weep!

　　我當時還不太喊得清”掃呀，掃呀”，

　　So your chimney I sweep, in soot I sleep.

　　就這樣白天掃你們的煙囪，晚上在煙灰里睡覺。

　　There's little Tom Dacre who cried when his head

　　有個小湯姆，頭發(fā)卷得像羊毛，

　　That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shav'd, so I said,

　　剃光的時候，哭得好傷心，好難受，

　　"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when our head's bare,

　　我就說：“小湯姆，別哭，光了頭，

　　You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

　　煙灰就不會糟蹋你的頭發(fā)了?！?/p>

　　And so he was quiet, that very night,

　　他平靜了下來，當天夜里，

　　As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!

　　湯姆睡著了，夢見了這樣的景象，

　　That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, Jack,

　　迪克、喬、南德、杰克等千千萬萬個掃煙菌小孩

　　Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black;

　　統(tǒng)統(tǒng)被鎖進了黑棺材。

　　And by came an angel who had a bright key,

　　后來來了個天使，拿了把金鑰匙，

　　And he open Jd the coffins set them all free;

　　他打開棺材放出了孩子們，

　　Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run

　　他們又跳又笑地來到了草地上，

　　And wash in a river, and shine in the sun;

　　洗浴于河水，晾曬于陽光。

　　Then naked white, all their bags left behind,

　　把工具袋丟下，赤條條的，白白的，

　　They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind,

　　他們升到云端，在風中嬉戲;

　　And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,

　　“只要你做個好孩子，”天使對湯姆說，

　　He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.

　　上帝會做你的父親，永不缺少歡喜

　　And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,

　　湯姆于是夢醒，我們在黑暗中起床，

　　Andgotwithourbags ourbrushestowork.

　　拿起工具袋和刷子去干活。

　　Tho‘ the morning was cold, Tom was happy warm;

　　晨風雖冷，湯姆自感心歡溫暖;

　　So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

　　如果所有人都恪盡職守，就不怕災(zāi)難。