She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
自然会用繁星装点夜空,让我在黑暗中行走而不致绊倒;也会让风掠过我的足迹,使无人能循迹伤害我。她将用浩荡的水洗净我,以苦涩的草药使我复原。
— Oscar Wilde · De Profundis (1905 edition) —