Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (27) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (27)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (27)

And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature’s tear-drops, as they pass,
Grieving, if aught inanimate e’er grieves,
Over the unreturning brave, -- alas!
Ere evening to be trodden like the grass
Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
In its next verdure, when this fiery mass
Of living valour, rolling on the foe
And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.