秋天的英语诗歌

有关秋天的英语诗歌

　　在日常的学习、工作、生活中，大家一定都接触过一些使用较为普遍的诗歌吧，诗歌具有语言高度凝练、篇幅短小精悍的'特点。你还在找寻优秀经典的诗歌吗？下面是小编精心整理的秋天的英语诗歌，希望能够帮助到大家。

　　1、Autumn Fires

　　By Robert Louis Stevenson

　　In the other gardens

　　And all up the vale,

　　From the autumn bonfires

　　See the smoke trail!

　　Pleasant summer over

　　And all the summer flowers,

　　The red fire blazes,

　　The grey smoke towers.

　　Sing a song of seasons!

　　Something bright in all!

　　Flowers in the summer,

　　Fires in the fall!

　　2、Fall is not easy

　　Winter is easy

　　My branches are bare.

　　Then snow starts to melt

　　And spring's in the air.

　　Springtime is easy.

　　Green leaves start to grow.

　　Then spring rains are followed

　　By the summer sun's glow.

　　Summer is easy.

　　Just bask in the sun.

　　Then breezes blow cooler

　　And summer is done.

　　Fall is not easy.

　　It's time fora change.

　　Green leaves turn colors,

　　But mine all look strange.

　　That isn't right.

　　And that's just all wrong.

　　My colors won't go where I think they belong.

　　My leaves should be fire, all brilliant and bright.

　　And ' try' and ' try' but tney won't come out right.

　　And just when my patience begins to wear thin,

　　My leaves all fall off and winter blows in.

　　Winter is easy.

　　3、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 gonefromhis 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.

　　4、Autumn

　　A touch of cold in the Autumn night

　　I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red faced farmer.

　　I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars

　　With white faces like town children.