春天的英文詩歌

　　美麗的春天就要來了。下面請欣賞小編帶來的。

　　：April Days

　　Days of witchery,subtly sweet,

　　When every hell anstree finds heart,

　　When witer and spring like lovers meet

　　In the mist of noon and part---

　　In the April days.

　　Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep

　　Once-twice-and then are still,

　　And the woodpeckers' martial voices sweep

　　Like bugle notes from hill to hill-

　　Through the pulseless haze

　　Days when the soil is warm with rain,

　　And through the wood the shy wind steals,

　　Rich with the pine and the poplar smell,

　　And the joyous earth like a dancer reels-

　　Through the April days!

　　Springtime

　　When springtime comes upon us

　　Filling freshness in the air

　　Showing natures own beauty

　　With flowers blooming everywhere.

　　Trees start slowly budding

　　Opening to the sun's warm rays

　　Start the birds to singing

　　Touching our hearts in these ways.

　　The grass starts turning greener

　　Pushing up out of the ground.

　　Nature is waking up

　　Sending forth her beautiful sound.

　　Kenng Rutherford

　　：Spring

　　Robert McCracken

　　Today is the day when bold kites fly,

　　When cumulus clouds roar across the sky.

　　When robins return, when children cheer,

　　When light rain beckons spring to appear.

　　Today is the day when daffodils bloom,

　　Which children pick to fill the room,

　　Today is the day when grasses green,

　　When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen

　　：Spring

　　By Thomas Nashe

　　Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;

　　Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,

　　Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,

　　Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

　　The palm and may make country houses gay,

　　Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,

　　And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,

　　Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

　　The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,

　　Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit,

　　In every street these tunes our ears do greet,

　　Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

　　Spring! the sweet Spring!

　　：SPRING

　　William Blake

　　Sound the flute!

　　Now it's mute.

　　Birds delight

　　Day and night;

　　Nightingale

　　In the dale,

　　Lark in sky,

　　Merrily,

　　Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

　　Little boy,

　　Full of joy;

　　Little girl,

　　Sweet and small;

　　Cock does crow,

　　So do you;

　　Merry voice,

　　Infant noise,

　　Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

　　Little lamb,

　　Here I am;

　　Come and lick

　　My white neck;

　　Let me pull

　　Your soft wool;

　　Let me kiss

　　Your soft face;

　　Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year.