suddenly
grow
gray
with
fear，
虽然枝叶扶疏，却没有精力；听到你的声音，它们已吓得发青：
and
tremble
and
despoil
themselves:oh，
hear!
一边颤栗，一边自动萎缩：哦，你听！
if
i
were
a
dead
leaf
thou
mightest
bear;
哎，假如我是一片枯叶被你浮起，
if
i
were
a
swift
cloud
to
fly
with
thee:
假如我是能和你飞跑的云雾，
a
wave
to
pant
beneath
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