英文诗《Into the Autumn》

Thou art furious
When the sun scorching o'er summer's beach;
Thou art indifferent
When the gale blowing across summit of snow
That never cease.
Despite thy capricious heart:
Autumn best do I fancy of thee.
More temperate than July;
More tender than January,
Loveliest among all seasons is no one but thee.
Whilst torrential rain falls,
Thou quench weeds' thirst after drought
And before their tiny pulses come to a stop.
Mist do thou splash, that dyes sky grey