有关秋天的英语诗歌(三)
Farewell to the Farm
　　by Robert Louis Stevenson
　　The coach is at the door at last;
　　The eager children, mounting fast
　　And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
　　To house and garden, field and lawn,
　　The meadow-gates we swang upon,
　　To pump and stable, tree and swing,
　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
　　And fare you well for evermore,
　　O ladder at the hayloft door,
　　O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
　　Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
　　The trees and houses smaller grow;
　　Last, round the woody turn we sing:
　　Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!