Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here；
Quietly I wave good-bye To the rosy1 clouds in the western sky. The golden willows2 by the riverside Are young brides in the setting sun；
Their reflections on the shimmering3 waves Always linger in the depth of my heart. The floating heart growing in the sludge Sways leisurely4 under the water；
In the gentle wave of Cambridge I would be a water plant！
That pool under the shade of elm trees Hold not water but the rainbow from the sky；
Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds Is the sediment5 of a rainbow-like dream？
徐志摩
