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Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.

你们要住在山上，仰卧在山上，好像神一样。因为它们躺在花蜜的旁边，在它们下面很远的山谷里，闪电被抛向它们的下面，云彩在它们金色的房子周围轻轻地卷着，周围环绕着一个闪闪发光的世界。

— Alfred Tennyson 阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生