就是出自于《郭尔王之癫狂》
原文:我不停的流浪，挥舞着双手，歌唱
The Madness of King Goll 郭尔王之癫狂
I sat on cushioned otter skin:
My word was law from Ith to Emen,
And shook at Invar Amargin
The hearts of the world-troubling seamen.
And drove tumult and war away
From girl and boy and man and beast;
The fields grew fatter day by day,
The wild fowl of the air increased;
And every ancient Ollave said,
While he bent down his fading head,
"He drives away the Northern cold."
They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round
me, the beech leaves old.
I sat and mus ed and drank sweet wine;
A herdsman came from inland valleys,
Crying, the pirates drove his swine
To fill their dark-beaked hollow galleys.
I called my battle-breaking men,
And my loud brazen battle-cars
From rolling vale and rivery glen;
And under the blinking of the stars
Fell on the pirates by the deep,
And hurled them in the gulph of sleep:
These hands won many a torque of gold.
They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round
me, the beech leaves old.
But slowly, as I shouting slew
And trampled in the bubbung mire,
In my most secret spirit grew
A whirling and a wandering fire:
I stood: keen stars above me shone,
Around me shone keen eyes of men:
I laughed aloud and hurried on
By rocky shore and rushy fen;
I laughed because birds fluttered by,
And starlight gleamed, and clouds flew high,
And rushes waved and waters rolled.
They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round
me, the beech leaves old.
And now I wander in the woods
When summer gluts the golden bees,
Or in autumnal solitudes
Arise the leopard-coloured trees;
Or when along the wintry strands
The cormorants shiver on their rocks;
I wander on, and wave my hands,
And sing, and shake my heavy locks.
The grey wolf knows me; by one ear
I lead along the woodland deer;
The hares run by me growing bold.
They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round
me, the beech leaves old.
I came upon a little town,
That slumbered in the harvest moon,
And passed a-tiptoe up and down,
Murmuring, to a fitful tune,
How I have followed, night and day,
A tramping of tremendous feet,
And saw where this old tympan lay,
Deserted on a doorway seat,
And bore it to the woods with me;
Of some unhuman misery
Our married voice wildly trolled.
They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round
me, the beech leaves old.
I sang how, when day's toil is done,
Orchil shakes out her long dark hair
That hides away the dying sun
And sheds faint odours through the air:
When my hand passed from wire to wire
It quenched, with sound like falling dew,
The whirling and the wandering fire;
But lift a mournful ulalu,
For the kind wires are torn and still,
And I must wander wood and hill
Through summer's heat and winter's cold.
They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round
me, the beech leaves old.
我曾经高坐在獭皮宝座上：
从伊斯到埃曼我言出令行；
在阿马金河口声威远扬，
让混世的海盗丧胆惊心；
骚扰和战祸闻风远遁，
再不敢侵犯儿女和人畜。
田野一天天肥美丰盛，
空中的野禽增长无数；
俯下他们衰老的头颈，
年迈的欧拉夫个个称颂：
“他赶走了北方的凛冽。”
它们不肯沉寂，我周围飘落的树叶，那衰老的榉叶！
我静坐凝思，啜饮着甘醇；
一个牧人来自内地的河川，
哭诉，海盗赶走了他的猪群，
去填满他们空空的乌头船。
从滚滚山峡和潺潺河谷
我调集起久经沙场的兵将，
驾起轰鸣如雷的黄铜战车，
身披着点点闪烁的星光，
猛扑向海边集结的盗贼，
把他们抛进了沉睡的海湾：
这双手夺得了无数的金链。
它们不肯沉寂，我周围飘落的树叶，那衰老的榉叶！
可渐渐地，当我狂呼滥戮，
在冒泡的泥潭中奔突之间，
我隐秘的灵魂深处生发出
一团盘旋、飘荡的火焰。
我停步站定：头上星光耀熠，
四周闪烁着晶亮的眼睛。
我放声大笑，继续向前冲击，
跑过岩岸，越过草丛；
我大笑，笑群鸟惊起，
笑星光闪耀，笑云朵高飞，
笑海潮翻滚。笑蒲苇摇曳。
它们不肯沉寂，我周围飘落的树叶，那衰老的榉叶！
而如今我流浪在森林里，
不论是在夏季金蜂餍饱，
还是在秋天的孤寂里
枯黄的树木耸立高高
或者岩石上鸬鹚瑟瑟颤抖
在寒冬的河岸边之时；
我不停地流浪，挥舞着双手，
歌唱，抖动我浓重的发丝。
那灰狼认得我；牵着一只耳朵
我领着那野鹿从树林里走过；
跑过的野兔变得不再胆怯。
它们不肯沉寂，我周围飘落的树叶，那衰老的榉叶！
我曾到过一座沉睡在中秋的月光里的小城镇；
我踞着脚尖往来徘徊，
喃喃地伴着断续的曲韵，
吟唱我如何日夜追随
一双巨足的沉重的踏步；
我看见在一家门洞里
台凳上丢弃着这只破鼓，
就把它背起回到森林，
我和它疯狂地轮番歌吟，
吟唱某种非人的惨祸。
它们不肯沉寂，我周围飘落的树叶，那衰老的榉叶！
我吟唱如何辛劳一天后，
沃琪儿抖开她长长的黑发
遮住那将逝的日头，
把淡淡的幽香向风中抛洒。
我的手指滑过琴弦之时，
琴声叮咚象滴落的露珠
把那盘旋飘荡的火焰浇熄；
如今只发出一声悲哀的唏嘘，
因为那可亲的琴弦已扯断无声；
我只好流浪在荒山野林， 60
历经盛夏的炎热和寒冬的凛冽。
它们不肯沉寂，我周围飘落的树叶，那衰老的榉叶！
追问那后面那两句“因为这是我自己的诗吟,我自己的歌章”是后人给添得吗？