英語詩歌-Cut Grass

Cut grass lies frail:
    Brief is the breath
    Mown stalks exhale.
    Long, long the death
    It dies in the white hours
    Of young-leafed June
    With chestnut flowers,
    With hedges snowlike strewn,
    White lilac bowed,
    Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
    And that high-builded cloud
    Moving at summer's pace.