宾·以斯拉博士(17)

So passed in making up the main account;穿梭在创作之中
All instincts immature,天真愚昧
All purposes unsure,暧昧懦弱
That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:是人性却不是造物的本意
Thoughts hardly to be packed与行动相比

Into a narrow act,情感复杂得难以想象
Fancies that broke through language and escaped;逃逸出言语之外的幻想
All I could never be,藏着我的梦
All, men ignored in me,和我的可能性
This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.这是造物赐予我的天分