《致云雀》是英国诗人雪莱的抒情诗代表作之一。诗歌运用浪漫主义的手法，热情地赞颂了云雀。在诗人的笔下，云雀是欢乐、光明、美丽的象征。诗人运用比喻、类比、设问的方式，对云雀加以描绘。
诗歌原文
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit！
Bird thou never wert，
That from Heaven, or near it，
Pourest thy full heart，
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art。
Higher still and higher，
From the earth thou springest，
Like a cloud of fire；
The blue deep thou wingest，
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest。
In the golden lightning，
Of the sunken sun，
O‘er which clouds are bright’ning，
Thou dost float and run，
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun。
The pale purple even，
Melts around thy flight；
Like a star of Heaven，
In the broad daylight，
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight；
Keen as are the arrows，
Of that silver sphere，
Whose intense lamp narrows，
In the white dawn clear，
Until we hardly see--we feel that it is there。
All the earth and air，
With thy voice is loud。
As，when night is bare。
From one lonely cloud，
The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed。
What thou art we know not；
What is most like thee？
From rainbow clouds there flow not，
Drops so bright to see，
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody。
Like a poet hidden，
In the light of thought，
Singing hymns unbidden，
Till the world is wrought，
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not；
Like a high-born maiden，
In a palace tower，
Soothing her love-laden，
Soul in secret hour，
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower；
Like a glow-worm golden，
In a dell of dew，
Scattering unbeholden，
Its aerial hue。
Like a rose embowered，
In its own green leaves，
By warm winds deflowered，
Till the scent it gives，
Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves。
Sound of vernal showers，
On the twinkling grass，
Rain-awakened flowers，
All that ever was，
Joyous， and clear，and fresh，thy music doth surpass。.
Teach us，sprite or bird，
What sweet thoughts are thine，
I have never heard，
Praise of love or wine，
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine。
Chorus hymeneal，
Or triumphal chaunt，
Matched with thine, would be all，
But an empty vaunt，
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want。
What objects are the fountains，
Of thy happy strain？
What fields, or waves, or mountains？
What shapes of sky or plain？
What love of thine own kind？ what ignorance of pain？
With thy clear keen joyance，
Languor cannot be，
Shadow of annoyance，
Never came near thee。
Thou lovest，but ne'er knew love's sad satiety。
Waking or asleep，
Thou of death must deem，
Things more true and deep，
Than we mortals dream，
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream？
We look before and after，
And pine for what is not，
Our sincerest laughter，
With some pain is fraught；
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought。
Yet if we could scorn，
Hate ，and pride，and fear；
If we were things born，
Not to shed a tear，
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near。
Better than all measures，
Of delightful sound，
Better than all treasures，
That in books are found，
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground！
Teach me half the gladness，
That thy brain must know，
Such harmonious madness，
From my lips would flow，
The world should listen then, as I am listening now！
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致云雀
（英）雪莱——江枫译
你好呵，欢乐的精灵！
你似乎从不是飞禽，
从天堂或天堂的邻近，
以酣畅淋漓的乐音，
不事雕琢的艺术，倾吐你的衷心。
向上，再向高处飞翔，
从地面你一跃而上，
像一片烈火的青云，
掠过蔚蓝的天心，
永远歌唱着飞翔，飞翔着歌唱。
地平线下的太阳，
放射出金色的电光，
晴空里霞蔚云蒸，
你沐浴着明光飞行，
似不具形体的喜悦刚开始迅疾的远征。
淡淡的绛紫色黄昏，
在你的航程周围消融，
像昼空的一颗星星，
虽然，看不见形影，
却可以听得清你那欢乐的强音——
那犀利明快的乐音，
似银色星光的利剑，
它那强烈的明灯，
在晨曦中逐渐暗淡，
直到难以分辨，却能感觉到就在空间。
整个大地和大气，
响彻你婉转的歌喉，
仿佛在荒凉的黑夜，
从一片孤云背后，
明月射出光芒，清辉洋溢宇宙。
我们不知你是什么
什么和你最为相似？
从霓虹似的彩霞，
也难降这样美的雨，
能和随你出现降下的乐曲甘霖相比。
像一位诗人，
隐身在思想的明辉之中。
吟诵着即兴的诗韵，
直到普天下的同情，
都被未曾留意过的希望和忧虑唤醒。
像一位高贵的少女，
居住在深宫的楼台，
在寂寞难言的时刻，
排遣为爱所苦的情怀，
甜美有如爱情的歌曲溢出闺阁之外。
像一只金色的萤火虫，
在凝露的深山幽谷，
不显露出行止影踪，
把晶莹的流光传播，
麻烦采纳，谢谢！
麻烦采纳，谢谢
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