整个大自然似乎都在工作。鼻涕虫离开巢穴?蜜蜂在搅拌?鸟儿在飞翔?冬天在露天酣睡，微笑的脸上带着春天的梦!那时，我是唯一的不忙之物，不造蜜，不配对，不建造，也不歌唱。然而我清楚地知道紫红花盛开的河岸，我找到了甘露溪流的源头。开吧，你们这些苋菜!你可以为谁绽放，却不为我绽放!滑吧，丰富的溪流，走吧! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live. (composed 21st February 1825)