我黄水仙是一个牧羊人的小伙子,White he was as the curded cream, Hair like the buttercups he had, And wet green eyes like a full chalk stream. ii His teeth were as white as the stones that lie Down in the depths of the sun-bright river, And his lashes danced like a dragon-fly With drops on the gauzy wings that quiver. iii His lips were as red as round ripe cherries, And his delicate cheek's and his rose-pink neck Were stained with the colour of dog-rose berries When they lie on the snow like a crimson fleck. iv His feet were all stained with the cowslips and grass To amber and verdigris, And through his folds one day did pass The young prince Fleur-de-lys. v Fleur-de-lys was the son of the king. He was as white as an onyx stone, His hair was curled like a daffodil ring, And his eyes were like gems in the queen's blue zone. vi His teeth were as white as the white pearls set Round the thick white throat of the queen in the hall, And his lashes were like the dark silk net That she binds her yellow hair withal. vii His lips were as red as the red rubies The king's bright dagger-hilt that deck, And pale rose-pink as the amethyst is Were his delicate cheeks and his rose-pink neck. viii His feet were all shod in shoes of gold, And his coat was as gold as a blackbird's bill is, With jewel on jewel manifold, And wrought with a pattern of golden lilies. ix When Fleur-de-lys espied Jonquil He was as glad as a bird in May ; He tripped right swiftly a-down the hill, And called to the shepherd boy to play. x This fell out ere the sheep-shearing, That these two lads did sport and toy, Fleur-de-lys the son of the king, And sweet Jonquil the shepherd boy. xi And after they had played awhile, Thereafter they to talking fell, And full an hour they did beguile While each his state and lot did tell. xii For Jonquil spake of the little sheep, And the tender ewes that know their names, And he spake of his wattled hut for sleep, And the country sports and the shepherds' games. xiii And he plucked a reed from the edge that girds The river bank, and with his knife Made a pipe, with a breath like the singing birds When they flute to their loves in a musical strife. xiv And he told of the night so long and still When he lay awake till he heard the feet Of the goat-foot god coming over the hill, And the rustling sound as he passed through the wheat. xv And Fleur-de-lys told of the king and the court, And the stately dames and the slender pages, Of his horse and his hawk and his mimic fort, And the silent birds in their golden, cages. xvi And the jewelled sword with the damask blade That should be his in his fifteenth spring ; And the silver sound that the gold horns made, And the tourney lists and the tilting ring. xvii And after that they did devise For mirth and sport, that each should wear The other's clothes, and in this guise Make play each other's parts to bear. xviii Whereon they stripped off all their clothes, And when they stood up in the sun, They were as like as one white rose On one green stalk, to another one. xix And when Jonquil as a prince was shown And Fleur-de-lys as a shepherd lad, Their mothers' selves would not have known That each the other's habit had. xx And Jonquil walked like the son of a king With dainty steps and proud haut look ; And Fleur-de-lys, that sweet youngling, Did push and paddle his feet in the brook. xxi And while they made play in this wise, Unto them all in haste did run, Two lords of the court, with joyful cries, That long had sought the young king's son. xxii And to Jonquil they reverence made And said, ' My lord, we are come from the king, Who is sore vexed that thou hast strayed So far without a following.' xxiii Then unto them said Fleur-de-lys ' You do mistake, my lords, for know That I am the son of the king, and this Is sweet Jonquil, my playfellow.' xxiv Whereat one of these lords replied, ' Thou lying knave, I'll make thee rue Such saucy words.' But Jonquil cried, ' Nay, nay, my lord, 'tis even true.' xxv Whereat these lords were sore distressed, And one made answer bending knee, ' My lord the prince is pleased to jest.' But Jonquil answered, ' Thou shalt see.' xxvi Sure never yet so strange a thing As this before was seen, That a shepherd was thought the son of a king, And a prince a shepherd boy to have been. xxvii ' Now mark me well, my noble lord, A shepherd's feet go bare and cold,