He Wishes For The Colths Of Heaven
Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,
inwrought with golden and silver light.
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night,
and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
Down By the Salley Gardens
W.B Yeats 叶芝
Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She passed the Salley Gardens, with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree.
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river, my love and I did stand.
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs.
But I was young and foolish, and now I m full of tears.