Classical English Poetry about Summer

Summer has arrived, and the hot sky seems to be a big stove. In summer, sleeping on a bench on the shore is also very interesting. I have compiled classic English poems about summer, welcome to read!

A classic English poem about summer, the taste of summer.

The wind is flowing at my feet.

Makes me long for the taste of summer.

I seriously love your smile.

When autumn comes, the leaves are falling

No one can know my sadness.

Without you, I think I have nothing.

The wind blew into my clothes.

My bag is full of loneliness.

I like your smell very much

It bothers me to miss you

I think you know the taste of summer.

I'll never forget that smell.

Please give me the clearest signal.

Then I'll go and leave you alone.

Holding you is more useful

I will never forget your kindness.

The mat was wet with my tears, and I endured the pain

Loneliness at night

You are in the castle and I live in the dungeon.

Classical English Poetry on Summer II: Here's your summer, please allow me.

If I can be your summer

? Emily Dickinson

? Emily. Dickinson

May I be your summer,

If I can be your summer,

When summer flies!

When summer is gone,

Your music is still the same, when Whipwell,

I still keep your music in my ear!

And orioles? It's over.

When the nightingale and the oriole finished singing,

For your bloom, I will jump over the grave,

Bloom for you, I jump out of that cemetery!

Line up my flowers!

My flowers are arranged in thousands of rows!

Please gather me? Anemone? ,

Can you take me there? Your silver lotus fragrance?

Your flowers? Forever!

Your flowers? Bloom for you forever!

My lost summer, a classic English poem about summer.

Author: Alexz

Summer is a fun season,

The children are swimming in the cool lake.

The legs look like flying fish up and down.

-But I've lost it.

Summer is a free season,

The wind passes through the leaves without flowers,

Rainbow connects heaven in the west and east.

-But I've lost it.

Summer is a dream season,

A huge white butterfly appeared in Fairlamb.

Dancers always write mysterious puzzles.

-But I've lost it.

Occasionally I encounter strange echoes,

My adventure seems to be another one.

Lofty ideals become temporary opportunities,

The slope needs pillar support.

The only thing I can do is hope

Saying goodbye to this website is a miracle.