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There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
收割者，姑且称为死神，
And, with his sickle keen,
寒光凛冽，闪烁镰刀锋利，
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
转眼间，长满胡须的作物伏地，
And the flowers that grow between.
满地繁花凋零，一扫而尽。
"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he;
“我一无所获，是否公平？”死神说，
Have naught but the bearded grain?
除却谷物，最终万物皆空，
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
清新恬谧的怒放，奉与死亡，
I will give them all back again.
可我终将魂魄，还给大地。
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
泪眼凝眸，风中婆娑招摇，
He kissed their drooping leaves;
死神亲吻，颓枝败叶的老去，
It was for the Lord of Paradise
捆扎曾经，晶莹剔透般娇艳，
He bound them in his sheaves.
伊甸园里，呼朋唤友的精灵。
My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,
上帝但愿，花朵们竞相怒放，
The Reaper said, and smiled;
说话间，死神露出笑意，
Dear tokens of the earth are they,
这些属于，大地的追忆馈赠。
Where he was once a child.
打他记事起，原本那样。
They shall all bloom in the fields of light,
小心翼翼，我将希望之树挪移，
Transplanted by my care,
光的国度里，花朵訇然绽放，
And saints, upon their garments white,
每一朵，圣洁素雅的花神，
These sacred blossoms wear.
每一位，穿披圣袍的优美。
And the mother gave in tears and pain,
母亲黯然神伤，痛苦哭泣，
The flowers she most did love;
芳香满地，难诉别离衷肠，
She knew she should find them all again,
这一别，已是绝尘万里，
In the fields of light above.
望断秋水，几多妖娆难觅。
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
噢，不要残忍，不要愤怒，
The Reaper came that day,
死亡之神，终于降临，
This was an angel visited the green earth,
翩然天使，来到绿色大地，
And took the flowers away.
倏然带走，恍然如梦仙境。
