經(jīng)典洛威爾經(jīng)典詩(shī)歌：The Pleiades

　　By day you cannot see the sky

　　For it is up so very high.

　　You look and look, but it's so blue

　　That you can never see right through.

　　But when night comes it is quite plain,

　　And all the stars are there again.

　　They seem just like old friends to me,

　　I've known them all my life you see.

　　There is the dipper first, and there

　　Is Cassiopeia in her chair,

　　Orion's belt, the Milky Way,

　　And lots I know but cannot say.

　　One group looks like a swarm of bees,

　　Papa says they're the Pleiades;

　　But I think they must be the toy

　　Of some nice little angel boy.

　　Perhaps his jackstones which to-day

　　He has forgot to put away,

　　And left them lying on the sky

　　Where he will find them bye and bye.

　　I wish he'd come and play with me.

　　We'd have such fun, for it would be

　　A most unusual thing for boys

　　To feel that they had stars for toys!

　　經(jīng)典洛威爾詩(shī)歌欣賞：The Fruit Shop

　　Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown,

　　High-waisted, girdled with bright blue;

　　A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown

　　She pluckered her little brows into

　　As she picked her dainty passage through

　　The dusty street. "Ah, Mademoiselle,

　　A dirty pathway, we need rain,

　　My poor fruits suffer, and the shell

　　Of this nut's too big for its kernel, lain

　　Here in the sun it has shrunk again.

　　The baker down at the corner says