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These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and ’mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
这些美丽的形式,通过长期缺席,没有我是盲人的眼睛的景观:但经常,在孤独的房间里,和“中部城镇和城市的喧嚣,我欠他们,在小时的疲劳,感觉甜蜜,感觉血液中,和感觉的心。