【简介】感谢网友“雕龙文库”参与投稿，这里小编给大家分享一些，方便大家学习。
A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow
Lies far into the spring. The suns pale glow
Is scarcely able to melt patches wide
About the single rose bush. All denied
Of natures tender ministries. But no, --
For wonder-working faith has made it blow
With flowers many hued and starry-eyed.
Here sleeps the sun long, idle summer hours;
Here butterflies and bees fare far to rove
Amid the crumpled leaves of poppy flowers;
Here four oclocks, to the passionate night above
Fling whiffs of perfume, like pale incense showers.
A little garden, loved with a great love!
