By George Eliot
You love the roses ， so do I.
I wish
The sky would rain down roses,
as they rain from off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on.
They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet.
and it would be
Like sleeping and yet waking, all at once.
你爱玫瑰
真巧，我也是。
我希望
天空下起玫瑰雨，
就像雨滴从摇曳的树枝上飘离。
你想知道为何如此？
然后山谷中溢满粉红和雪白，
踩在上面，如踏云里。
像羽毛的轻盈，糖果的甜蜜
就这样出现在我半梦半醒之际。
云和树
