He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

他把珍贵的文字当作饮食，精神渐渐强健；他不再觉得自己贫穷，也忘了身躯终是尘土。他踏着黯淡的日子起舞，而这份赠予双翼的礼物，不过是一本书。得到解放的心灵，带来何等自由！