詩歌:Beclouded

Beclouded

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THE sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

雲暗

天低又復雲暗，
飛過雪花一片。
穿越車轍馬圈，
去留擇決艱難。

誰人這樣待風，
令其整天抱怨。
自然猶如我等，
時常沒戴皇冠。