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。
