短句子网1.很唯美外国诗句
1 夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。 Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. 2 世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. 3 世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。 它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。 It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. 5 无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. 6 如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。 If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. 7 跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。
你肯挟 瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？ The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? 8 她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。 Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. 9 有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。 Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 10 忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 11 有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着 潺（氵爰）的乐声。 Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. 12 “海水呀，你说的是什么？” “是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？” “是永恒的沉默。” What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence. 13 静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗--是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间 之雾。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。 Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high. 16 我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过 去了。
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. 17 这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。 There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 18 你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 19 神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。 让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen. 20 我不能选择那最好的。 是那最好的选择我。
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 21 那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。 They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. 23 “我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢，那样的沉默着？” “我不过是一朵花。”
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" I am a mere flower. 24 休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。 Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. 25 人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth. 26 神希望我们酬答他，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. 27 光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺 诈的。
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie. 28 啊，美呀，在爱中找你自己吧，不要到你镜子的谄谀去找寻。 O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror. 29 我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记： “我爱你。
2.华兹华斯 外国诗歌 全文
The Daffodils
By William Wordsworth
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host , of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
E gaze –and gazed –but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
水仙
独自漫游似浮云，
青山翠谷上飘荡；
一刹那瞥见一丛丛、
一簇簇水仙金黄；
树荫下，明湖边，
和风吹拂舞翩跹。
仿佛群星璀璨，
沿银河闪霎晶莹；
一湾碧波边缘，
绵延，望不尽；
只见万千无穷，
随风偃仰舞兴浓。
花边波光潋滟，
怎比得繁花似锦；
面对如此良伴，
诗人怎不欢欣！
凝视，凝视，流连不止；
殊不知引起悠悠情思；
兀自倚憩息，
岑寂，幽然冥想；
蓦地花影闪心扉，
独处方能神往；
衷心喜悦洋溢，
伴水仙、舞不息 。
3.求助一首国外的诗句
溪畔青青柳——叶芝的诗味人生Down by the Salley GardensMy love and I did meetShe passed the Salley GardensWith little snow- white feetShe bid me take love easyAs the leaves grow on the treeBut I being young and foolishWith her did not agreeIn a field by the riverMy love and I did standAnd on my leaning shoulderShe laid her snow-white handShe bid me take live easyAs the grass grows on the wiersBut I was young and foolishAnd now I am full of tears——By William Butler Yeats这是在我出生一百年前诗人威廉•巴特勒•叶芝写下的一首小诗，由爱尔兰民谣改编而成，初译《柳园里》。
也许更多人熟悉的是他的《当你老了》《咏水仙》《百鸟》等传唱名篇，那些视作清新浪漫，仿佛爱尔兰湖畔氤氲水汽中缓缓走来的少女，又宛如仲夏初晨时青草上新凝成的露珠，清爽而不失柔和，浪漫而不失真挚。可是这首小诗却以它平实质朴的语言和深刻隽永的内涵让我久久铭记，并时时想起。
在晓春时明艳的桃林里，在盛夏芳香宜人的荷塘边，又或是在秋日绚烂如火的枫林旁……当我身处浪漫的美景中，眼前如画的风景、自己年轻一如朝阳般灿烂的生命让我深深的沉醉在幸福中时，小诗总会从我脑海中浮现出来，耐心而又亲切地向我讲诉那看似简单却又无比丰富的人生哲理：世间一切美好的东西都是那么易逝，诸如青春、爱情、美景，他们都是可遇不可求的，为了不至于在失去之后后悔追悔，在于它们遇和时一定要及时珍惜，好好对待。我对于小诗所要揭示的哲理的理解也一直停留在表面的“通过追思失落的爱来告诫人们珍惜一切可爱之物” ，等到后来听了由日本歌手藤田惠美演唱的同名歌曲，联想到诗人痴缠了一生的爱恋，竟发觉诗句所讲诉的故事就是作者一生的写照，而它想要告诉我们的也不只是“惜时惜物”而已！在小诗的故事里，少年因为年少轻狂而未曾听从恋人温柔的劝告，人世蹉跎，光阴荏苒，老去的少年在经历生活的沧桑后幡然领悟到了恋人曾经深沉而真挚的劝告，那失落了一生的幸福让昔日的少年流下了悔恨的泪水。
再读小诗，那个有着雪一般柔白的小手、轻巧的小足，温柔而又睿智的姑娘深深地打动了我。那是一幅怎样美妙的图画啊，清碧无垠的小山脚下，蜿蜒的小河如白色丝带绕过莎莉花园，而河畔缓缓走来的是令自己魂牵梦萦的她，步履轻盈，肤白如雪，美目盼兮，巧笑倩兮，她将头轻轻倚在我的肩上，鸟鸣般轻柔悦耳的声音向我诉说着：take love easy ,take life easy……那么年轻的她却有着难得的过人的智慧，她诚挚地劝告爱人：对待生活与爱情应当顺其自然，用一颗平凡的心来对待，千万不要太过执着，否则会因为一时的“愚蠢”而遗恨终生。
遗憾的是不管是故事里的少年还是小诗的作者叶芝都未曾领悟“姑娘”的劝告，当他们辗转一生终于明白这一道理时，美妙的青春年华却早已远去。喜欢叶芝的人一定不会不知道茉德•冈，她不仅是闻名遐迩美貌绝伦的女演员，更是爱尔兰民族解放运动女战士，关于她的美貌，叶芝在不少诗中已经描绘过了，就连在一次宴会上偶然见过她的外国作家都纷纷惊为天人，年轻的诗人会被这样的女子吸引也是理所当然。
他为她写过无数传世名篇，他用坚强、热情的苹果花和玫瑰来形容她，用海伦、维纳斯来赞美她，可是这样的爱仍然打动不了她，他执著一生，一次次向她求婚均遭到拒绝，即使心爱的女子一次次嫁作他人妇，诗人热情的火焰仍不曾熄灭，他为了等待她的爱情几乎耗尽了自己的一生，直到青春的花凋零了他才从另一个女人那儿获得了真正的爱情，而那些白白浪费了的少年时却再也不会回来了……那是多么苦涩的岁月啊，它让才二十多岁的诗人一夜之间就衰老了，他满面风霜在浅浅的忧伤中沉吟：当你老了，两鬓斑白，岁月不再，多少爱情慢慢逝去，而我那隐没在繁星间的心仍一如既往爱你朝圣者般的面容。那样的日子里不知道诗人是怎样一次次鼓起勇气重拾希望的，他渴望与心爱的女子远离尘嚣自由的生活，正如自在翱翔在妲纳恩海岸的白鸟一般，可是为祖国的未来殚精竭虑、日夜忧思的她怎么可能接受这份爱情？在民族尚未解放，民众饱受殖民压迫的岁月里，献身理想的她怎么可能抛开身上的责任与爱人双宿双栖？对民族的爱让她只能选择与自己志同道合的民族解放运动战士作为爱人，所以诗人的爱情理想注定只是一场美梦。
光阴如梭，白驹过隙，三十多年后的他们都已不再年轻，时间也已证明了这份爱情的坚贞，可是当他再次敞开自己的心扉向她作下挚爱一生的承诺时，三十多年等候换来的却只是冰冷一如从前的拒绝，诗人在后来求婚遭拒的画面我已不再忍心想象了，那颗在爱情的炼狱里饱受折磨的心在带给我们感动的同时，也带来了深深的痛惜，我在爱尔兰风笛悠远而深沉的曲调中留下了莫名的泪水。我有时会想，假如他不是那么痴情，假如他不是那么理智，假如他们身处和平的年代里，那是他们的故事会不会不那么令人痛心？有人采访她时问道叶芝的事，她说：“后世的人会因为我没有接收他的爱而感谢我。”
也许她屡次的拒绝确实激发了他的创作灵感，也许她确实未曾爱过他，睿智的。
4.求国外某诗人关于家乡的一首诗
Willam Wordsworth（华兹华斯，英国人，湖畔诗派的著名诗人） We Are Seven A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair； —Her beauty made me glad. ' and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.' She answered, 'Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 'Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.' 'You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven！—I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.' Then did the little Maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.' 'You run above, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five.' 'Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The little Maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. 'My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. 'And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. 'The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. 'So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I . 'And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' 'How many are you, then,' said I, 'If they two are in heaven?' Quick was the little Maid's reply, 'O Master! we are seven.' 'But they are dead; those two are dead! Their spirits are in heaven!' 'Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, 'Nay, we are seven！' “我们七个” 一个单纯的小孩， 他呼吸，轻快无比， 每只手脚都充满了生命， 他哪管什么叫死。
我碰到一个小女孩， 住乡下小屋，说她八岁。 她有着一头乱发， 在头上，一一下坠。
她一派乡野土气， 穿着随便失体， 她眼睛漂亮、真漂亮， ——她的美使我欢喜。 “小姑娘啊，”我问道， “你可有几个兄弟姊妹？” “几个呢？一共七个。”
她答道， 看着我，奇怪有什么不对。 “告诉我，他们都在哪儿？” 她答道：“一共七位， 两个去航海， 两个住康卫。
“哥哥姐姐两个， 埋在坟里。 靠近他们，那小屋 妈妈和我住在一起。”
“你说两个去航海， 两个住康卫。 但你们有七个， 可爱的姑娘，这有点不对。”
小姑娘还是照说： “我们七个不差。” 不知道对不对。
5.河畔派诗人指什么来着
湖畔派诗人是指十九世纪英国浪漫主义运动中较早产生的一个流派。主要代表有华兹华斯（1770-1850）、柯勒律治（1772-1834）和骚塞（1774-1843）。由于他们三人曾一同隐居于英国西北部的昆布兰湖区，先后在格拉斯米尔和文德美尔两个湖畔居住，以诗赞美湖光山色，所以有"湖畔派诗人"之称。
中国的湖畔派诗人
在上个世纪20年代初，在中国现代文学史上，四个青年人在杭州西湖成立了一个小型的诗歌团体，他英国湖区风光
英国湖区风光
们效仿英国19世纪诗人华兹华斯、柯勒律治等人的风格，以中国的"湖畔派"诗人自居，并于1922年出版了第一本诗歌合集，书名就叫《湖畔》。 这四个诗人就是潘漠华、应修人、汪静之和冯雪峰。他们当时经常聚集在杭州，以西湖的山水、人物为背景，写下了他们的感受。但这批当时不过20上下的青年人并没有形成像英国"湖畔派"诗人的风景，除了在文学史上留下了一点的涟漪外，如今差不多早已被人遗忘。
6.与秋有关的外国名言
秋雨——高楼目尽欲黄昏，梧桐叶上萧萧雨。
秋夜——睡起秋声无觅处，满阶梧叶日明中。 秋声——未觉池塘春草梦，阶前梧叶已秋声。
秋叶——夜深风竹敲秋韵，万叶千声皆是恨。 秋色——雨侵坏瓮新苔绿，秋入横林数叶红。
秋月——月光浸水水浸天，一派空明互回荡。 秋菊——宁可枝头抱香死，何曾吹落北风中。
秋思——故人万里无消息，便拟江头问断鸿。 秋愁——莫道身闲总无事，孤灯夜夜写清愁。
秋兴——西风吹叶满湖边，初换秋衣独慨然。 秋怀——出门未免流年叹，又见湖边木叶飞。
秋梦——清梦初回秋夜阑，床前耿耿一灯残。 秋忆——砧杵敲残深巷月，梧桐摇落故园秋。
秋悟——人人解说悲秋事，不似诗人彻底知。 秋味——蟋蟀独知秋令早，芭蕉下得雨声多。
7.求一首外国诗人的小诗
溪畔青青柳——叶芝的诗味人生Down by the Salley GardensMy love and I did meetShe passed the Salley GardensWith little snow- white feetShe bid me take love easyAs the leaves grow on the treeBut I being young and foolishWith her did not agreeIn a field by the riverMy love and I did standAnd on my leaning shoulderShe laid her snow-white handShe bid me take live easyAs the grass grows on the wiersBut I was young and foolishAnd now I am full of tears——By William Butler Yeats这是在我出生一百年前诗人威廉•巴特勒•叶芝写下的一首小诗，由爱尔兰民谣改编而成，初译《柳园里》。
也许更多人熟悉的是他的《当你老了》《咏水仙》《百鸟》等传唱名篇，那些视作清新浪漫，仿佛爱尔兰湖畔氤氲水汽中缓缓走来的少女，又宛如仲夏初晨时青草上新凝成的露珠，清爽而不失柔和，浪漫而不失真挚。可是这首小诗却以它平实质朴的语言和深刻隽永的内涵让我久久铭记，并时时想起。
在晓春时明艳的桃林里，在盛夏芳香宜人的荷塘边，又或是在秋日绚烂如火的枫林旁……当我身处浪漫的美景中，眼前如画的风景、自己年轻一如朝阳般灿烂的生命让我深深的沉醉在幸福中时，小诗总会从我脑海中浮现出来，耐心而又亲切地向我讲诉那看似简单却又无比丰富的人生哲理：世间一切美好的东西都是那么易逝，诸如青春、爱情、美景，他们都是可遇不可求的，为了不至于在失去之后后悔追悔，在于它们遇和时一定要及时珍惜，好好对待。我对于小诗所要揭示的哲理的理解也一直停留在表面的“通过追思失落的爱来告诫人们珍惜一切可爱之物” ，等到后来听了由日本歌手藤田惠美演唱的同名歌曲，联想到诗人痴缠了一生的爱恋，竟发觉诗句所讲诉的故事就是作者一生的写照，而它想要告诉我们的也不只是“惜时惜物”而已！在小诗的故事里，少年因为年少轻狂而未曾听从恋人温柔的劝告，人世蹉跎，光阴荏苒，老去的少年在经历生活的沧桑后幡然领悟到了恋人曾经深沉而真挚的劝告，那失落了一生的幸福让昔日的少年流下了悔恨的泪水。
再读小诗，那个有着雪一般柔白的小手、轻巧的小足，温柔而又睿智的姑娘深深地打动了我。那是一幅怎样美妙的图画啊，清碧无垠的小山脚下，蜿蜒的小河如白色丝带绕过莎莉花园，而河畔缓缓走来的是令自己魂牵梦萦的她，步履轻盈，肤白如雪，美目盼兮，巧笑倩兮，她将头轻轻倚在我的肩上，鸟鸣般轻柔悦耳的声音向我诉说着：take love easy ,take life easy……那么年轻的她却有着难得的过人的智慧，她诚挚地劝告爱人：对待生活与爱情应当顺其自然，用一颗平凡的心来对待，千万不要太过执着，否则会因为一时的“愚蠢”而遗恨终生。
遗憾的是不管是故事里的少年还是小诗的作者叶芝都未曾领悟“姑娘”的劝告，当他们辗转一生终于明白这一道理时，美妙的青春年华却早已远去。喜欢叶芝的人一定不会不知道茉德•冈，她不仅是闻名遐迩美貌绝伦的女演员，更是爱尔兰民族解放运动女战士，关于她的美貌，叶芝在不少诗中已经描绘过了，就连在一次宴会上偶然见过她的外国作家都纷纷惊为天人，年轻的诗人会被这样的女子吸引也是理所当然。
他为她写过无数传世名篇，他用坚强、热情的苹果花和玫瑰来形容她，用海伦、维纳斯来赞美她，可是这样的爱仍然打动不了她，他执著一生，一次次向她求婚均遭到拒绝，即使心爱的女子一次次嫁作他人妇，诗人热情的火焰仍不曾熄灭，他为了等待她的爱情几乎耗尽了自己的一生，直到青春的花凋零了他才从另一个女人那儿获得了真正的爱情，而那些白白浪费了的少年时却再也不会回来了……那是多么苦涩的岁月啊，它让才二十多岁的诗人一夜之间就衰老了，他满面风霜在浅浅的忧伤中沉吟：当你老了，两鬓斑白，岁月不再，多少爱情慢慢逝去，而我那隐没在繁星间的心仍一如既往爱你朝圣者般的面容。那样的日子里不知道诗人是怎样一次次鼓起勇气重拾希望的，他渴望与心爱的女子远离尘嚣自由的生活，正如自在翱翔在妲纳恩海岸的白鸟一般，可是为祖国的未来殚精竭虑、日夜忧思的她怎么可能接受这份爱情？在民族尚未解放，民众饱受殖民压迫的岁月里，献身理想的她怎么可能抛开身上的责任与爱人双宿双栖？对民族的爱让她只能选择与自己志同道合的民族解放运动战士作为爱人，所以诗人的爱情理想注定只是一场美梦。
光阴如梭，白驹过隙，三十多年后的他们都已不再年轻，时间也已证明了这份爱情的坚贞，可是当他再次敞开自己的心扉向她作下挚爱一生的承诺时，三十多年等候换来的却只是冰冷一如从前的拒绝，诗人在后来求婚遭拒的画面我已不再忍心想象了，那颗在爱情的炼狱里饱受折磨的心在带给我们感动的同时，也带来了深深的痛惜，我在爱尔兰风笛悠远而深沉的曲调中留下了莫名的泪水。我有时会想，假如他不是那么痴情，假如他不是那么理智，假如他们身处和平的年代里，那是他们的故事会不会不那么令人痛心？有人采访她时问道叶芝的事，她说：“后世的人会因为我没有接收他的爱而感谢我。”
也许她屡次的拒绝确实激发了他的创作灵感，也许她确实未曾爱过他，睿智的。
8.求国外某诗人关于家乡的一首诗
Willam Wordsworth（华兹华斯，英国人，湖畔诗派的著名诗人） We Are Seven A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair； —Her beauty made me glad. ' and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.' She answered, 'Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 'Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.' 'You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven！—I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.' Then did the little Maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.' 'You run above, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five.' 'Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The little Maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. 'My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. 'And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. 'The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. 'So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I . 'And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' 'How many are you, then,' said I, 'If they two are in heaven?' Quick was the little Maid's reply, 'O Master! we are seven.' 'But they are dead; those two are dead! Their spirits are in heaven!' 'Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, 'Nay, we are seven！' “我们七个” 一个单纯的小孩， 他呼吸，轻快无比， 每只手脚都充满了生命， 他哪管什么叫死。
我碰到一个小女孩， 住乡下小屋，说她八岁。 她有着一头乱发， 在头上，一一下坠。
她一派乡野土气， 穿着随便失体， 她眼睛漂亮、真漂亮， ——她的美使我欢喜。 “小姑娘啊，”我问道， “你可有几个兄弟姊妹？” “几个呢？一共七个。”
她答道， 看着我，奇怪有什么不对。 “告诉我，他们都在哪儿？” 她答道：“一共七位， 两个去航海， 两个住康卫。
“哥哥姐姐两个， 埋在坟里。 靠近他们，那小屋 妈妈和我住在一起。”
“你说两个去航海， 两个住康卫。 但你们有七个， 可爱的姑娘，这有点不对。”
小姑娘还是照说： “我们七个不差。” 不知道对不对。