午夜，大海从梦中醒来， 遥远辽阔的海滩烁石闪闪， 我听见涨潮的第一声海浪， 在绵延无阻地前进； 寂静的深海处有一个声音， 神秘地叠加着， 如同山间瀑布飞泻而下， 又如峭壁密林中狂风呼啸。 灵的海潮的冲动， 时常袭来，从未知， 以及令人望而却步的孤独； 我们自诩的灵感， 就是对超出我们理智和控制的事物的， 神圣预示和预知。 The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep， And round the pebbly beaches far and wide， I heard the first wave of the rising tide， Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep； A voice out of the silence of the deep， A sound mysteriously multiplied， As of a cataract from the mountain’s side， Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep. So comes to us at times, from the unknown， And inaccessible solitudes of being， The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul; And inspirations, that we deem our own， Are some divine of foreshadowing and foreseeing， Of things beyond our reason or control.
午夜，大海从梦中醒来， 遥远辽阔的海滩烁石闪闪， 我听见涨潮的第一声海浪， 在绵延无阻地前进； 寂静的深海处有一个声音， 神秘地叠加着， 如同山间瀑布飞泻而下， 又如峭壁密林中狂风呼啸。 灵的海潮的冲动， 时常袭来，从未知， 以及令人望而却步的孤独； 我们自诩的灵感， 就是对超出我们理智和控制的事物的， 神圣预示和预知。 The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep， And round the pebbly beaches far and wide， I heard the first wave of the rising tide， Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep； A voice out of the silence of the deep， A sound mysteriously multiplied， As of a cataract from the mountain’s side， Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep. So comes to us at times, from the unknown， And inaccessible solitudes of being， The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul; And inspirations, that we deem our own， Are some divine of foreshadowing and foreseeing， Of things beyond our reason or control.