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From my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought alone.

从我的枕头上，借着月光或偏爱的星星，我可以看到牛顿雕像的前厅，他的棱柱和沉默的脸，大理石的指标，一个永远独自航行在奇怪的思想海洋的思想。

— William Wordsworth 威廉·华兹华斯