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Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o’er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

可爱的曲线是白色猫头鹰扫波在黄昏由一颗大星星点燃。孤零零地坐在冷杉树枝上，他那拨浪鼓般的音调一成不变，在黑暗中盘旋着那褐色的伊芙罐。

— George Meredith 梅瑞狄斯