《飞鸟集》三二一

Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk—the spires whose bases are

lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning

and wake up to see thy city in the light.

在这个黄昏的朦胧里，好些东西看来都仿佛是幻象一般——尖塔的底层在黑暗里消失了，树顶象是墨水的模糊的斑点似的。我将等待着黎明，而当我醒来的时候，就会看到在光明里的您的城市。