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The Wheel
Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all;
And after that there's nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come--
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.
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威廉·巴特勒·叶芝
冬天里我们呼唤和煦的春光，
春天里我们期待夏天的骄阳，
当繁茂的绿篱秋风瑟瑟，
又说冬天最该赞赏；
可冬天来了又一无是处，
因为春天还未重新登场－－
难以明白困扰生命的活力，
无非是对坟墓的渴望。
