空气是黑暗的，天空是灰色的，雾蒙蒙的影子来来去去，在我昏暗的房间里，每张椅子在黑暗中看起来像幽灵。外面的雨又冷又慢?半刺人的水滴，半致盲的喷雾。每一个最轻微的声音都被放大了，因为昏昏欲睡的宁静占据了她的统治;壁炉里烧过的柴断了，打盹的猫惊醒了，然后又睡着了，塔瑟不听她的话在她身边。我望着远处的草坪，那里站着一群傻羊;我的工作在我手上闲着，我的思想像散成的线飞出来，快要睡着了?还没睡醒?我做梦，打哈欠。我眼前是多么振奋啊! How various of kind and form! Sweet memories of days long past, The dreams of youth that could not last, Each smiling calm, each raging storm, That swept across my early skies. Half seen, the bare, gaunt-fingered boughs Before my window sweep and sway, And chafe in tortures of unrest. My chin sinks down upon my breast; I cannot work on such a day, But only sit and dream and drowse.