Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (13) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (13)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (13)

Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
Where roll’d the ocean, thereon was his home;
Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
He had the passion and the power to roam;
The desert, forest, cavern, breaker’s foam,
Were unto him companionship; they spake
A mutual language, clearer than the tome
Of his land’s tongue, which he would oft forsake
For Nature’s pages glass’d by sunbeams on the lake.