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Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and much of life and death. In the long glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the sunbeams dart through them.
勃朗峰依然在高处闪烁:那是一种力量，许多景象、许多声音、许多生与死的静穆而庄严的力量。在漫长而耀眼的白昼里，雪落在那座山上;没有人看见它们在那里，当雪花在下沉的太阳下燃烧，或者太阳光射穿它们的时候，也没有人看见它们。