---------------------这似乎是一个日子(我说的是从许多日子中挑选出来的一天)，是天上那些不会死的日子;那时，我怀着孩童般的渴望，离开了小屋的门槛，肩上挎着一个大钱包，手里拿着一把坚果钩，向外走去;我转身向远处的树林走去，那是一个古雅的身躯，用废弃的野草骄傲地装扮起来，那是我那节俭的夫人为了这个任务而割下来的——杂色的衣服，有能力对荆棘、煞车和荆棘微笑——事实上，比需要的还要破烂!越过无路的岩石，穿过缠结的蕨类植物和纠结的灌木丛，我强行前进，来到一个无人问路的可爱的角落，那里没有一根折断的树枝，枯萎的叶子低垂着，这是毁灭的无情标志;可是榛树又高又直，一簇簇诱人地挂着，一幅处女的景色!——我站了一会儿，屏住呼吸，就像欢乐一样;我聪明地克制着自己，纵情声色，无所畏惧，注视着宴会;——或者我坐在树下的花丛中，与花嬉戏;这种脾气对那些在漫长而疲惫的期待之后，突然得到了超越一切希望的幸福的人来说是很常见的。也许这是一个凉亭，在它的叶子下，四季的紫罗兰重现又凋谢，无人能见;在那里，仙女般的破水口永远潺潺作响; and I saw the sparkling foam, And--with my cheek on one of those green stones That, fleeced with moss, under the shady trees, Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep-- I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound, In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air. Then up I rose, And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash And merciless ravage: and the shady nook Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower, Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being: and, unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past; Ere from the mutilated bower I turned Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings, I felt a sense of pain when I beheld The silent trees, and saw the intruding sky-- Then, dearest Maiden, move along these shades In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand Touch--for there is a spirit in the woods.