原作： Ornithology in a World of Flux Robert Penn Warren (1905—1989)
It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified, As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture; But I stood so still sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water. Years pass, all places and faces fade, some people have died, And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things that were to fail later.
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