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My Shadow."My Shadow,"by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-94), is one of the most popular short poemsextant.
I have a littleshadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be theuse of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very likeme from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jumpbefore me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thingabout him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all likeproper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimesshoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes getsso little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got anotion of how children ought to play,
And can only make afool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so closebeside me, he's a coward, you can see;
I'd think shame tostick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, veryearly, before the sun was up,
I rose and found theshining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy littleshadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at homebehind me and was fast asleep in bed.
How the Leaves Came Down.
"How the Leaves Came Down," bySusan Coolidge (1845-), appeals to children because it helps to reconcile themto going to bed.
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"I'll tell youhow the leaves came down,"
The great Tree to hischildren said:
"You're gettingsleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy,little Red.
It is quite time togo to bed."
"Ah!"begged each silly, pouting leaf,
"Let us a littlelonger stay;
Dear Father Tree,behold our grief!
'Tis such a verypleasant day,
We do not want to goaway."
So, for just one moremerry day
To the great Tree theleaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced,and had their way,
Upon the autumnbreezes swung,
Whispering all theirsports among—
"Perhaps thegreat Tree will forget,
And let us stay untilthe spring,
If we all beg, andcoax, and fret.
"But the greatTree did no such thing;
He smiled to heartheir whispering.
"Come, children,all to bed," he cried;
And ere the leavescould urge their prayer,
He shook his head,and far and wide,
Fluttering andrustling everywhere,
Down sped theleaflets through the air.
I saw them; on theground they lay,
Golden and red, ahuddled swarm,
Waiting till one fromfar away,
White bedclothesheaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrapthem safe and warm.
The great bare Treelooked down and smiled.
"Good-night,dear little leaves," he said.
And from below eachsleepy child
Replied,"Good-night," and murmured,
"It is so niceto go to bed!"
The Boy Who Never Told a Lie."The Boy Who NeverTold a Lie" (anonymous)
Once there was alittle boy,
With curly hair andpleasant eye—
A boy who always toldthe truth,
And never, never tolda lie.
And when he trottedoff to school,
The children allabout would cry,
"There goes thecurly-headed boy—
The boy that nevertells a lie."
And everybody lovedhim so,
Because he alwaystold the truth,
That every day, as hegrew up,'
Twas said,"There goes the honest youth."
And when the peoplethat stood near
Would turn to ask thereason why,
The answer would bealways this:
"Because he never tells a lie."
If I Had But Two Little Wings.
"If I Had But Two Little Wings," bySamuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
If I had but twolittle wings
And were a littlefeathery bird,
To you I'd fly, mydear!
But thoughts likethese are idle things
And I stay here.
But in my sleep toyou I fly:
I'm always with youin my sleep!
The world is allone's own.
And then one wakes,and where am I?
All, all alone.
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翻译比较准确,但是诗意不足。