Oh, what was there beneath the sea, and beyond the sea, so deep, so broad, and so dim, too, away off where the white ships,
哦，海的下面是什么，海的尽头是什么，那么深邃，那么宽广，又那么朦胧。远处白色的船舶，
that looked smaller than sea birds, were gliding out and in?
看起来似乎比海鸟还渺小，是不是正在航行着？
But while Margery stood still for a moment on a dry rock, and wondered,
但是当玛芝莉在一块干燥的大石头上驻足片刻，发出感叹时，
there came a low, rippling warble to her ear from a cedar tree on the cliff above her.
一阵低低的柔和的鸟鸣声如流水泛起涟漪般从悬崖边的雪松树上传到她的耳朵里。
It had been a long winter, and Margery had forgotten that there were birds, and that birds could sing.
这是一个漫长的冬天，玛芝莉已经忘记了树上还有鸟儿，鸟儿还会歌唱。
So she wondered again what the music was.
所以她又想知道那是什么音乐。
And when she saw the bird perched on a yellow-brown bough, she wondered yet more.
当她看到鸟儿栖息在棕黄色的树枝上，她想了解得更多了。
It was only a bluebird, but then it was the first bluebird Margery had ever seen.
它仅仅是一只蓝色知更鸟，但却是玛芝莉见到的第一只蓝色知更鸟。
He fluttered among the prickly twigs, and looked as if he had grown out of them,
它在长满刺的细枝上拍打翅膀，看起来像是从树上长出来的一样。
as the cedar berries had, which were dusty blue, the color of his coat.
因为雪松树表皮上的灰蓝色和鸟儿身上的颜色极为相近。
But how did the music get in his throat?
但是音乐是如何进到它喉咙里的呢？
And after it was in his throat, how could it untangle itself, and wind itself off so evenly?
进入它的喉咙里之后，又是怎么能自己解扣，然后匀速地释放出来呢？
And where had the bluebird flown from, across the snow banks down to the shore of the blue sea?
蓝色知更鸟是从哪里飞来的呢？飞过白雪覆盖的海岸，又飞到蔚蓝的大海边？
The waves sang a welcome to him, and he sang a welcome to the waves;
海浪歌唱着欢迎它，它对海浪唱出欢迎之歌；
they seemed to know each other well; and the ripple and the warble sounded so much alike,
它们似乎对彼此都非常了解，海浪泛起涟漪的声音和鸟儿歌唱的声音听起来是那么相似，
the bird and the wave must have both learned their music of the same teacher.
鸟儿和海浪一定师从同一个老师学习过音乐。
And Margery kept on wondering as she stepped between the song of the bluebird and the echo of the sea,
玛芝莉行走在蓝色知更鸟的歌声和海面的回声之间，还在不停地思考着。
and climbed a sloping bank, just turning faintly green in the spring sunshine.
她爬上了一段倾斜的海岸，这里在春天的阳光下刚刚显现出淡淡绿意。
