How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.

多么轻柔地晃动着杨树，映衬着樱草花的天空，天空中储存着苍白的蜡烛。

-- Jean Ingelow 英格娄