把这一句，留给此刻的你

Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty stature; on each hand the flames Driv’n backward slope their pointing spires, and rolled In billows, leave i’ th’ midst a horrid vale.

他从水池中挺身而立，显出他高大的身量。每只手的火焰都向后倾斜着尖顶，翻滚着，在可怕的山谷中留下一片。

— John Milton 约翰·米尔顿