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And night this toppling reed, still as the dead The great pike lies, the murderous patriarch, Watching the water-pit shelving and dark Where through the plash his lithe bright vassals tread.

夜晚，这一根倒在地上的芦苇，仍然像死去的大梭子鱼一样躺在那里，那个凶残的族长，望着水坑里黑压压的排架，在那里，他那轻盈明亮的仆从们踏着沉重的水坑。

— Edmund Blunden 布伦顿