So little cause for carolings Of such ectatic sound Was written on terrestrial things That I could think trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed hope, where if he knew And I was unaware. 这世间 值得欢唱之物太少 在它甜美的晚安曲中 却流淌着某种幸福与希望——为它所知 却不为我所晓 ——《The Darkling Thrush》