When I behold， upon the night's starr'd face，
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance，
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows， with the magic hand of chance;
—When I Have Fears， Poet， John Keats
每当我仰望缀满繁星的夜空，
巨大的星云绘出浪漫的幻象，
我想，即使能妙手偶得，
此生或许也无法勾勒出这些云影；
——《每当我害怕》约翰·济慈，诗人