Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk—the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree-tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light. 在这个黄昏的朦胧里，好些东西看来都有些幻相——尖塔的底层在黑暗里消失了，树顶像墨水的斑点似的。我将等待着黎明，而当我醒来的时候，就会看到在光明里的您的城市。 - 《飞鸟集》
