And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.
父亲啊,我怎能更爱您,或更爱我的任何一个兄弟?我爱您,如同爱那只在门边啄食面包屑的小鸟。
— William Blake · Songs of Experience · A Little Boy Lost —
And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.
父亲啊,我怎能更爱您,或更爱我的任何一个兄弟?我爱您,如同爱那只在门边啄食面包屑的小鸟。