Life altogether is but a crumbling ruin when we turn to look behind: a shattered column here, where a massive portal stood; the broken shaft of a window to mark my lady's bower; and a moldering heap of blackened stones where the glowing flames once leaped, and over all the tinted lichen and the ivy clinging green.

回首时，整个人生不过是一片渐渐崩塌的废墟：昔日宏伟门廊处，剩下一根断柱；残破的窗柱标示着她曾住的闺房；烈焰跳跃过的地方，只余一堆风化的焦石，而彩色的地衣与翠绿的常春藤覆盖其上。