When I consider everything that grows 当我思考着一切生长之物Holds in perfection but a little moment, 保持他们的繁荣不过一瞬That this huge stage presenteth

I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For if of these fallen petalsOnce to you seem fair,Love will waft it till it settlesOn your hair.And when wind and win