The Wheel |
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Through winter-time we call on spring, | 在冬天里我們呼喚春天, |
And through the spring on summer call, | 在春天里我們呼喚夏天, |
And when abounding hedges ring | 在繁茂的樹籬 |
Declare that winter's best of all; | 隨風響起的時候 |
And after that there's nothing good | 我們又來呼喚冬天; |
Because the spring-time has not come— | 因為春天未至—— |
Nor know that what disturbs our blood | 卻不知那攪擾我們血液的 |
Is but its longing for the tomb. | 是血液對墳墓的渴望。 |