很有韵味的英文诗

很有韵味的英文诗：
When You Are Old
by W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look. Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled. And paced upon the mountains overhead. And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky. Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retributors of a day's disgrace, And see the ending of a day in the cold and certain streets.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea, By sea-girls wreathed in seaweed red and brown. Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Daffodils
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud. That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine. And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line. Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they. Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought. What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie. In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward
eye. Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.。