刚转个湾,忽然眼前就是海了,
太阳光从山头上射出去:
他呢,前面一片黄金的大路,
我呢,只剩一个空洞洞的世界了。
十四年三月(一九二五)
PARTING AT MORNING
By Robert Browning
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun look’d over the mountain’s rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
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