今天街上刮东风;天空是蓝色的，而城镇却是灰色的。这是冰的风，火的风，冷的绝望的风，热的欲望的风，它使肉体冷得疼痛，使所有的血管发烧。从这头走到那头，漫无目的地走了一整天。我的四肢疲倦，但在我的胸中激起疯狂不安的刺激。我愿意付出一切来留住我脑子里转动的小轮子;这小轮子整天转动，整夜都在全力转动。我害怕的是什么，为什么?不，但世界是扭曲的——风在东方，太阳在天空。煤气灯照成一条金色的线; The ruby lights of the hansoms shine, Glance, and flicker like fire-flies bright; The wind has fallen with the night, And once again the town seems fair Thwart the mist that hangs i' the air. And o'er, at last, my spirit steals A weary peace ; peace that conceals Within its inner depths the grain Of hopes that yet shall flower again.