Twilight by Sara Teasdale

Twilight

 

Sara Teasdale

 

Dreamily over the roofs

The cold spring rain is falling;

Out in the lonely tree

A bird is calling, calling.

 

Slowly over the earth

The wings of night are falling;

My heart like the bird in the tree

Is calling, calling, calling.

 

暮色

 

落向屋脊的梦

是凄冷的春雨；

绕着孤树的歌

是鸟儿的痴语。

 

落向大地的篷

是沉缓的夜曲；

像鸟儿我的心唱着

痴语, 痴语, 痴语。