16-the pond in winter-第4节

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！



like　busy　husbandmen；　with　teams　and　horses　and　apparently　all　the

implements　of　farming；　such　a　picture　as　we　see　on　the　first　page　of

the　almanac；　and　as　often　as　I　looked　out　I　was　reminded　of　the

fable　of　the　lark　and　the　reapers；　or　the　parable　of　the　sower；　and

the　like；　and　now　they　are　all　gone；　and　in　thirty　days　more；

probably；　I　shall　look　from　the　same　window　on　the　pure　sea…green

Walden　water　there；　reflecting　the　clouds　and　the　trees；　and　sending

up　its　evaporations　in　solitude；　and　no　traces　will　appear　that　a

man　has　ever　stood　there。　　Perhaps　I　shall　hear　a　solitary　loon

laugh　as　he　dives　and　plumes　himself；　or　shall　see　a　lonely　fisher

in　his　boat；　like　a　floating　leaf；　beholding　his　form　reflected　in

the　waves；　where　lately　a　hundred　men　securely　labored。

　　　　Thus　it　appears　that　the　sweltering　inhabitants　of　Charleston

and　New　Orleans；　of　Madras　and　Bombay　and　Calcutta；　drink　at　my

well。　　In　the　morning　I　bathe　my　intellect　in　the　stupendous　and

cosmogonal　philosophy　of　the　Bhagvat…Geeta；　since　whose　composition

years　of　the　gods　have　elapsed；　and　in　comparison　with　which　our

modern　world　and　its　literature　seem　puny　and　trivial；　and　I　doubt

if　that　philosophy　is　not　to　be　referred　to　a　previous　state　of

existence；　so　remote　is　its　sublimity　from　our　conceptions。　　I　lay

down　the　book　and　go　to　my　well　for　water；　and　lo！　there　I　meet　the

servant　of　the　Bramin；　priest　of　Brahma　and　Vishnu　and　Indra；　who

still　sits　in　his　temple　on　the　Ganges　reading　the　Vedas；　or　dwells

at　the　root　of　a　tree　with　his　crust　and　water　jug。　　I　meet　his

servant　come　to　draw　water　for　his　master；　and　our　buckets　as　it

were　grate　together　in　the　same　well。　　The　pure　Walden　water　is

mingled　with　the　sacred　water　of　the　Ganges。　　With　favoring　winds　it

is　wafted　past　the　site　of　the　fabulous　islands　of　Atlantis　and　the

Hesperides；　makes　the　periplus　of　Hanno；　and；　floating　by　Ternate

and　Tidore　and　the　mouth　of　the　Persian　Gulf；　melts　in　the　tropic

gales　of　the　Indian　seas；　and　is　landed　in　ports　of　which　Alexander

only　heard　the　names。