有關秋天的英語詩歌(三)_400字

　　Farewell to the Farm

　　by Robert Louis Stevenson

　　The coach is at the door at last;

　　The eager children, mounting fast

　　And kissing hands, in chorus sing:

　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

　　To house and garden, field and lawn,

　　The meadow-gates we swang upon,

　　To pump and stable, tree and swing,

　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

　　And fare you well for evermore,

　　O ladder at the hayloft door,

　　O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,

　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

　　Crack goes the whip, and off we go;

　　The trees and houses smaller grow;

　　Last, round the woody turn we sing:

　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!