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There grows the wild ash; and a time-stricken willow Looks chidingly down on the mirth of the billow, As, like some gay child that sad monitor scorning, It lightly laughs back to the laugh of the morning.

那里生长着野灰;一棵饱经风霜的柳树，在浪花的欢笑中，傲然垂下，像一个悲哀的监察员嘲笑的快乐的孩子，轻轻地笑着，又回到了早晨的笑声中。

— Jeremiah Joseph Callanan 耶利米·约瑟夫·卡拉南