从前有个孩子。他到我的花园里来玩;他脸色苍白，沉默不语。只有当他微笑时，我才知道他的一切，我知道他口袋里有什么，我知道他的手在我手里的感觉他的声音最亲切。我领他走一切的密道，将我一切宝物的藏身处指给他看。我让他和它们一起玩耍，每一个，我把我歌唱的思想放进一个银色的小笼子里，交给他保管……花园里很黑，但对我们来说还不够黑。我们踮着脚尖在最深的阴影中行走;我们在树荫下的水池里沐浴，假装我们在海底。有一次——在花园的边界附近——我们听到了世界路上传来的脚步声; O how frightened we were! I whispered: "Have you ever walked along that road?" He nodded, and we shook the tears from our eyes.... There was a child once. He came--quite alone--to play in my garden; He was pale and silent. When we met we kissed each other, But when he went away, we did not even wave