Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Quietly I wave good-bye
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
The floatingheart growing in the sludge
Sways leisurely under the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
I would be a water plant!
That pool under the shade of elm trees
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?
To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream
To where the green grass is more verdant;
Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
And sing aloud in the splendour of starlight.
But I cannot sing aloud
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even summer insects heep silence for me
Silent is Cambridge tonight!
Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away

Annabel Lee》

Write by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago，
In a kingdom by the sea，
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee；

And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child，
In this kingdom by the sea；

But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee；

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that， long ago，
In this kingdom by the sea，
A wind blew out of a cloud by night chilling my Annabel Lee；
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me，
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kindom by the sea.

The angels ，not half so happy in the heaven，
Went evnying her and me
Yes！That was the reason（as all men know， in this kingdom by the sea）
That the wind came out of the cloud，
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above，
Nor the demons down under the sea，
Can ever dissever my soulfrom the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annalbel Lee；

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee；
And so，all the night-tide ， I lie down by the side
Of my darling ， my darling ， my life and my bride，
In the sepulchre there by the sea，
In her tomb by the side of the sea.