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I thought I would be the last
shadow in your eyes
All things uncomely and broken，all things worn out and old，
The cry of a child by the roadway，the creak of a lumbering cart，
The heavy steps of the ploughman，splashing the wintry mould，
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart。
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told；
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart，
With the earth and the sky and the water，re-made，like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart。
我以为，
能与你到老
破损的、残缺的、衰败的万物，
路边，婴儿的啼哭，马车的尖响，
农人的沉重的步子，苍冷的田野，
都在消损着你的影像：一枝玫瑰在我心头开放。
那丑陋的万物，沉重，难于言表，
我渴望重塑世界，然后歇在青草地上，
看新生的世界如一只金匣，
因我梦中的你的影像：一枝玫瑰在我心头开放。