(原版)澳大利亚语文第五册 LESSON 52
LESSON 52 THE WINDMILL
THE WINDMILL
Behold! a giant am I
Aloft here in my tower;
With my granite ［1］ jaws I devour ［2］
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye ［3］ ,
And grind them into flour.
I look down over the farms;
In the fields of grain I see
The harvest that is to be,
And I fling to the air my arms,
For I know it is all for me.
I hear the sound of flails ［4］
Far off from the threshing-floors ［5］
In barns, with their open doors,
And the wind, the wind in my sails
Louder and louder roars.
I stand here in my place,
With my foot on the rock below,
And whichever way it may blow
I meet it face to face,
As a brave man meets his foe.
And while we wrestle and strive
My master, the miller, stands
And feeds me with his hands;
For he knows who made him thrive ［6］ ,
Who makes him lord of lands.
On Sundays I take my rest;
Church-going bells begin
Their low, melodious ［7］ din.
I cross my arms on my breast,
And all is peace within.
—H. W. LONGFELLOW
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［1 ］ granite: Hard, grayish rock.
［2 ］ devour: Eat, consume.
［3 ］ rye: A grain used in making certain kinds of bread.
［4 ］ flails: Wooden instruments for beating grain.
［5 ］ threshing-floors: The grain was beaten on a floor of wood or stone.
［6 ］ thrive: Prosper, grow well.
［7 ］ melodious: Tuneful.
