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AMIDST the rush and roar of life, O Beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.

Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and murmurs:

“Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my bride!”

But your speech is shut up in stone, O Immovable Beauty!

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在生命奔腾怒吼的中流，啊，石头雕成的“美”，

你冷静无言，独自超绝地站立着。

“伟大的时间”依恋地坐在你脚边低语说：

“说话吧，对我说话吧，我爱，说话吧，我的新娘！”

但是你的话被石头关住了，啊，“不动的美”！