《forever autumn》

So, the season of the fall begins

Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn

By the fire when the sun goes down

But the night becomes you

And the secrets of the rain

Forever autumn

And the season of the fall begins

Out the nightlands when the thunderstorm sets in

The secrets clear in the cloudy night

But the night becomes you

And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same

And the time will come soon

With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again

Coming closer every day, forever autumn

And the season of the fall begins

Past the passingbell, past willow weeping

A ripple forms on the brinks of time

But the night becomes you

And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same

And the time will come soon

With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again

Coming closer every day, forever autumn

To Autumn

by John Keats J.

1

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

2

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

Dows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

3

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

作者簡介： 濟慈，英國19世紀浪漫主義詩人。1816年發表處女作《哦，孤獨》，1818年長詩《安狄米恩》出版，受到著名詩人拜倫和雪萊的重視與鼓勵。他寫出了大量膾炙人口的名篇，如長詩《伊莎貝拉》和抒情詩《希臘古甕頌》、《夜鶯頌》、《秋頌》等，奠定了他在英國文學史上的崇高地位。

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