O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
呵，爱，它们死在那丰饶的天空里，死在山岭、田野、河流上;我们的回声从一个灵魂传到另一个灵魂，并且永远、永远地增长着。
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