托马斯·厄纳斯特·休姆

A touch of cold in the Autumn night？

I walked abroad，

And saw the ruddy1 moon lean2 over a hedge3，

Like a red-faced farmer.

I did not stop to speak， but nodded4；

And round about were the wistful5 stars

With white faces like town children.

秋夜感涼意。

步庭里，

却见晕月斜倚篱，

红脸农夫何似！

未停语，点头时，

周天群星皆沉思，

恰似城里儿童白脸皮。