The Dandelions Helen Gray Cone
蒲公英 海伦·格雷·科恩
Upon a showery night and still,
在阵雨的晚上，四下十分寂静，
Without a sound of warning,
没有一点警告声，
A trooper band surprised the hill,
伞兵部队突降山头，
And held it in the morning.
早上占据了山头，
We were not waked by bugle notes;
吹号声没有叫醒我们；
No cheer our dreams invaded;
呼喊声也没有惊醒我们的美梦；

And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
但黎明时分，它们黄色的外衣，
On the green slopes paraded.
在绿油油的斜坡上显得十分耀眼xk_CV-O9vZmkB~b1up。
We careless folk the deed forgot,
我们忘记了自己的事情，
Till one day, idly walking,
直到有一天，我们漫无目的地散步，
We marked upon the selfsame spot
我们在相同的地点看到了他，
A crowd of veterans talking.
一群老兵在交谈it&i8|wl@5EMBYE-Az。
They shook their trembling heads
他们摇动着颤抖的手，
And gray with pride and noiseless laughter;
头发花白，露出骄傲，沉寂的笑声；
When, well-a-day! they blew away,
遗憾，他们飞走了，
And ne'er were heard of after!
之后就再也听不到了！