英文诗词Lupine Ridge

英文诗词Lupine Ridge

　　Lupine Ridge

　　by Peggy Simson Curry

　　Long after we are gone，

　　Summer will stroke this ridge in blue；

　　The hawk still flies above the flowers，

　　Thinking， perhaps， the sky has fallen

　　And back and forth forever he may trace

　　His shadow on its azure face.

　　Long after we are gone，

　　Evening wind will languish here

　　Between the lupine and the sage

　　To die a little death upon the earth，

　　As though over the sundown prairies fell

　　A requiem from a bronze-tongued bell.

　　Long after we are gone，

　　This ridge will shape the night，

　　Lifting the wine-streaked west，

　　Shouldering the stars. And always here

　　Lovers will walk under the summer skies

　　Through flowers the color of your eyes