The rain in summer is crisp and strong; the rain in summer is neat and refreshing; the rain in summer is vivid and bold; the rain in summer is not sloppy; the rain in summer is like a man! I We have carefully collected English poems about summer for everyone to enjoy and learn!
English poems about summer 1
Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be
If I could be your summer
—Emily Dickinson
—Emily Dickinson
Summer for thee, grant I may be, < /p>
If I could be your summer,
When Summer days are flown!
When summer days are flown away,
Thy music still, when whipporwill,
I will still be your music ringing in my ears!
And oriole — are done!
When the nightingale and the oriole have finished their song ,
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb,
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb,
And row my blossoms o 'er!
My flowers are arranged in thousands of rows!
Pray gather me — anemone —,
May you gather me — your anemone Fragrance——
Thy flower — forevermore!
Your flower——forever blooming for you!
English short poem about summer 2
The last rose of summer
by Thomas Moore
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely panions
Are faded and gone;
The last rose of summer, why do you shine alone?
Your lovely sisters have long since disappeared. Search everywhere.
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh .
No other fragrant flower buds can set off your shy look.
I sigh with you in the gentle summer breeze.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
I don’t want you to die alone on your flower branch,
The sister flower is dead, please sleep next to her. .
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
I will scatter your green leaves on your little boudoir bed,
You and your sisters will stroll to heaven together.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
If friendship has died, I don’t want to stay in this world.
I give my ice heart to the beautiful woman. Pure love shines brightly.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?
If love is dead, the beloved is Die,
Life will soon be meaningless, I would like to go to heaven in advance.
Short English poems about summer 3
Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole -- are done!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And row my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me --
Anemone -- < /p>
Thy flower -- forevermore!
Please let me be your summer
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Please Let me be your summer,
When the summer is gone!
Please let me be your music,
When the nightingale and the ostrich are exhausted Hoarse!
Please let me be your flower,
Across the grave, swaying branches everywhere!
Please pick me - anemone - -
Your flower--it will never end blooming for you!