精选英文小诗：Lupine Ridge

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　　Long after we are gone，
　　Summer will stroke this ridge in blue;
　　The hawk still flies above the flowers，
　　Thinking， perhaps， the sky has fallen
　　And back and forth forever he may trace
/ v5 h4 ^# {1 N5 K' n/ L$ }　　His shadow on its azure face.
  x5 q2 n" `- i* s　　Long after we are gone，
$ p. q: M8 H4 r$ F+ z　　Evening wind will languish here
7 S0 j! z* j+ i2 k　　Between the lupine and the sage
  s, |: v* @$ q) a* ~　　To die a little death upon the earth，
- Z5 S# e& ~% _( q4 ]  f  v　　As though over the sundown prairies fell
; X$ l4 H) ~# q8 f, j　　A requiem from a bronze-tongued bell.
　　Long after we are gone，
　　This ridge will shape the night，
　　Lifting the wine-streaked west，
　　Shouldering the stars. And always here
  H% T) G. `% Z　　Lovers will walk under the summer skies
  d& T, E) d" T. _6 B　　Through flowers the color of your eyes.

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