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One of my wishes is that those dark trees, 

我的心愿之一是那郁郁树林，

So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, 

几乎密不透风，如此苍老、坚挺，

Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, 
可以说绝不仅是阴暗的面具，
But stretched away unto the edge of doom. 
而且向毁灭的边缘延伸而去。

I should not be withheld but that some day 
我不应被挡住，只是在某一天—
Into their vastness I should steal away, 

我该悄然潜入其浩瀚的空间，
　

Fearless of ever finding open land, 
不怕老是发现空旷大地，或是—　

Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. 

公路上缓驰的车轮溅落砂石。

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, 
不明白为何我总该回归，抑或—
Or those should not set forth upon my track 
他们不该循我踪迹，将我超过，
　

To overtake me, who should miss me here 
那些人们应于此处把我思念，　
And long to know if still I held them dear. 
亟望知我是否亲切相待如前。

They would not find me changed from him they knew—

彼不会发觉我由彼故交变来，

Only more sure of all I thought was true.

唯更确定我之所想全都实在。

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　—by Robert FROST

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