刚转个湾，忽然眼前就是海了，

太阳光从山头上射出去：

他呢，前面一片黄金的大路，

我呢，只剩一个空洞洞的世界了。

十四年三月（一九二五）

PARTING AT MORNING

By Robert Browning

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea，

And the sun look’d over the mountain’s rim：

And straight was a path of gold for him，

And the need of a world of men for me.