作品：第三个秋天

这是一只小小、小小的船，

摇啊摇啊绕着港湾；

那是一片热烈、热烈的海，

拽着小船去得更远。

接着来了危险、危险的浪花，

卷着小船离开岸边；

一转眼就看不见它神气的帆，

就这样失去了我的小船。

Whether my bark went down at sea

Whether she met with gales

Whether to isles enchanted

She bent her docile sails

By what mystic mooring

She is held to-day，-

This is the errand of the eye

Out upon the bay