William Butler Yeats - The Falling of the Leaves 汉译

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

And over the mice in the barley sheaves;

Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,

And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.

The hour of the waning of love has beset us,

And weary and worn are our sad souls now;

Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,

With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.