经典英文短诗精选：At Night

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经典英文短诗精选：At Night　　The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
　　A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
　　And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
　　Is this, though hot July is at its height,
6 {  U( k$ ]& T　　Gone is her gentler music; with delight
　　She listens to this booming like the seas,
　　These elemental, loud necessities
　　Which call to her to answer their swift might.
& W1 t" d  o9 l# b　　Above the tossing trees shines down a star,
　　Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy
　　Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind,
" N3 W  |( X5 I　　O Star! is filled with your white light, from far,
& u# V( W. k! w- F% h: l: k6 |! v- y　　So suffer me this one night to enjoy
/ S9 S& R$ X$ u% h, H* v　　The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.
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