英文诗《Into the Autumn》(3)

So do the Roman arena, the Great Wall
And an old tree unawaken'd.
Alas, changeable as thy heart does!
Anyone can flee from thy hands not;
Here pops up whilst there dies out.
Nevertheless, I still favor thy autumn age:
Fused with wintry solitude
And vibrant rejoice,
Thou art a bridge between differed pages.
Anyway, as I step into the autumn, I see
Anything but boredom can define thee.