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Through winter-time we call on spring, 

And through the spring on summer call, 

And when abounding hedges ring 

Declare that winter’s best of all; 

And after that there’s nothing good 

Because the spring-time has not come-- 

Nor know that what disturbs our blood 

Is but its longing for the tomb. 

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威廉·巴特勒·葉芝

冬天里我們呼喚和煦的春光，

春天里我們期待夏天的驕陽(yáng)，

當(dāng)繁茂的綠籬秋風(fēng)瑟瑟，

又說(shuō)冬天最該贊賞；

可冬天來(lái)了又一無(wú)是處，

因?yàn)榇禾爝€未重新登場(chǎng)－－

難以明白困擾生命的活力，

無(wú)非是對(duì)墳?zāi)沟目释?/font>