Where my books go ——by William Butler Yeats

All the words that I utter and all the words that I write must spread out their wings untiring

我说过的所有言辞和我写过的所有文字 必将不屈不挠展开羽翼

And never rest in their flight, Till they come to where your sad, sad heart is

翱翔宇内永不止息 直到它们来到你哀伤、哀伤的的心房

And sing to you in the night

在夜里对你唱歌

Beyond where the waters are moving

你心房之外，川流不断

Storm-darken'd or starry bright

无论风暴暗涌或繁星闪亮