與秋天有關的英文詩歌

　　秋天到了，山坡上漫山遍野都是一棵棵桂花樹，桂花樹上開滿了一片片的桂花，顏色黃得發亮，香氣襲人。小編整理了，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

　　William Shakespere

　　That time of year thou mayst in me behold

　　When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

　　Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

　　bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

　　In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

　　as after sunset fadeth in the west;

　　which by and by black night doth take away,

　　death's second self, that seals all up in rest.

　　In me thou see'st the golwing of such fire,

　　that on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

　　as the death-bed whereon it must expire,

　　consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.

　　This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,

　　to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

　　在我身上你或許會看見秋天

　　【英】 威廉·莎士比亞

　　在我身上你或許會看見秋天，

　　當黃葉，或盡脫，或只三三兩兩

　　掛在瑟縮的枯枝上索索抖顫——

　　荒廢的歌壇，那裡百鳥曾合唱。

　　在我身上你或許會看見暮靄，

　　它在日落後向西方徐徐消退：

　　黑夜，死的化身，漸漸把它趕開，

　　嚴靜的安息籠住紛壇的萬類。

　　在我身上你或許會看見餘燼，

　　它在青春的寒灰裡奄奄一息，

　　在慘淡靈床上早晚總要斷魂，

　　給那滋養過它的烈焰所銷燬。

　　看見了這些，你的愛就會加強，

　　因為他轉瞬要辭你溘然長往。

　　篇二

　　The wind

　　Come little leaves, said the wind one day

　　Come over the meadow with me and play

　　Put on your dresses of red and gold

　　For summer is gone and nights grow cold

　　Frolic

　　The leaves had a wonderful frolic

　　They danced to the wind's loud song

　　They whirled and they floated

　　They circled and flew along

　　The moon saw the little leaves dancing

　　Each looked like a small brown bird

　　The man in the moon smiled and listened

　　And this is the song he heard:

　　The north wind is calling and calling

　　And we must whirl round and round

　　And then, when our dancing is ended

　　We'll make a warm quilt for the ground

　　篇三

　　A Fall Song

　　by Ellen Robena Field

　　Golden and red trees

　　Nod to the soft breeze,

　　As it whispers, "Winter is near;"

　　And the brown nuts fall

　　At the wind's loud call,

　　For this is the Fall of the year.

　　Good-by, sweet flowers!

　　Through bright Summer hours

　　You have filled our hearts with cheer

　　We shall miss you so,

　　And yet you must go,

　　For this is the Fall of the year.

　　Now the days grow cold,

　　As the year grows old,

　　And the meadows are brown and sere;

　　Brave robin redbreast

　　Has gone from his nest,

　　For this is the Fall of the year.

　　I do softly pray

　　At the close of day,

　　That the little children, so dear,

　　May as purely grow

　　As the fleecy snow

　　That follows the Fall of the year.