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He kissed the hand and by the hand led And to his mother brought, Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale, Her little boy weeping sought.

他吻了吻她的手，牵着她的手，把她的母亲领了过来。她的母亲悲伤得脸色发白，她的小男孩哭着穿过孤寂的山谷，寻找着他。

— William Blake 威廉·布莱克