把这一句，留给此刻的你

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness.

把我当作你的竖琴吧，就像森林一样:如果我的叶子也像它自己的一样掉下来了呢!你那强有力的和谐的喧扰，将从深沉的秋日的音调中带走，虽然带着甜蜜的忧伤。

— Percy Bysshe Shelley 珀西·比西·雪莱