The Wind
Who has seen the wind？
Neither I or you；
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind？
Neither you or I；
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
The Human Seasons
Four seasons fill the mesure of the year；
There are four seasons in the mind of man：
He has his lusty Spring,when fansy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span：
He has his Summer,when luxuriously
Spring's honey'd cud of youthful he loves
To ruminate,and by such dreaming nigh
His nearest unto heaven：quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn,when his wings
He furleth close；contented so to look
On mists in idleness-to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook：
He has his Winter too of pate misfeature,
Or else he would forgo his mortal nature.
在我心中，
愛的種子己在慢慢萌芽，
為什麼你還不替她澆水、施肥呢？
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