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Whate’er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.

无论它的使命是什么，柔和的微风都不会比我更感激;我从那座大城市里逃了出来，在那里我长久以来思念着一个心怀不满的旅居者。

— William Wordsworth 威廉·华兹华斯