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I, me thought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.
我想，当天堂甜美的气息吹向我的身体时，我感到一阵和煦的微风，带着加速的美德轻轻地吹拂着我，但现在却变成了一场暴风雨，一种多余的能量，使它自己的创造物烦恼不堪。