求一首英文诗,要原版,不能是翻译成英语的.作者,关于青少年的问题,像love,moodiness,school.不用太长

求一首英文诗,要原版,不能是翻译成英语的.作者,关于青少年的问题,像love,moodiness,school.不用太长
求一首英文诗,
要原版,不能是翻译成英语的.作者,关于青少年的问题,像love,moodiness,school.不用太长

求一首英文诗,要原版,不能是翻译成英语的.作者,关于青少年的问题,像love,moodiness,school.不用太长
1.Beautiful Dreamer a poem by Stephen Foster
Beautiful dreamer,wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer,queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer,awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer,awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer,out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer,beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer,awake unto me!
2..
Friends
by William Butler Yeats
Now must I these three praise
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No,not in these fifteen
Many-times-troubled years,
Could ever come between
Mind and delighted mind;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth's dreamy load,till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot.
3...To A Friend - a poem by Matthew Arnold
Who prop,thou ask'st in these bad days,my mind?
He much,the old man,who,clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect,and the Asian Fen,
And Tmolus hill,and Smyrna bay,though blind.
Much he,whose friendship I not long since won,
That halting slave,who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian,when Vespasian's brutal son
Cleared Rome of what most shamed him.But be his
My special thanks,whose even-balanced soul,
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull,nor passion wild;
Who saw life steadily,and saw it whole;
The mellow glory of the Attic stage,
Singer of sweet Colonus,and its child.