田家少閒月,五月人倍忙。
夜來南風起,小麥覆隴黃。
接天蓮葉無窮碧,映日荷花別樣紅。
昨夜雨疏風驟,濃睡不消殘酒。
試問捲簾人,卻道海棠依舊。
A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
June on the upland slopes — the sun on fire,
And green things leaping in their growth and strength.