短小而又简单的英文诗.docx

第 1 页 共 ly， merrily， merrily， merrily， life is but a dream . . .
　　their fingers marrying each other with ease










　　as the dark built its scaffolding above the trees.
　　Peonies spoiled， dye ran from their centers.
　　Often， the lawn was covered by a fine soft rain.
　　Days disappeared as quickly as they came.
　　The children receded. The moon rose.
　　Cows paused on the wild green plain
　　of all that land still left uncommercialized.
　　Three years I had there. Alone. At peace.
　　Often I awoke as the light began to cease.
　　The house breathed and shook like a lover
　　as I took for myself time needed to recover.
　　关于简洁易懂的英文诗篇二
　　There Will Come Soft Rains
　　by Sara Teasdale
　　There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground，
　　And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
　　And frogs in the pools singing at night，
　　And wild plum trees in tremulous white，
　　Robins will wear their feathery fire
　　Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
　　And not one will know of the war， not one
　　Will care at