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沃伦《世事沧桑话鸣鸟》
Ornithology in a World of Flux
It was only a bird call at evening，unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water，across the rocky back-pasture;
But I stood so still sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.
Years pass，all places and faces fade，some people have died,
And I stand in a far land，the evening still，and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things that were to fail later.
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