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Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth— Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block your breath— And deem to be alone

In such a place, what horror, How Goblin it would be— And fly, as 'twere pursuing you? Then Loneliness—looks so—

Did you ever look in a Cannon's face— Between whose Yellow eye— And yours—the Judgment intervened— The Question of "To die"—

Extemporizing in your ear As cool as Satyr's Drums— If you remember, and were saved— It's liker so—it seems—

你可曾站在一个洞口里面—

远远地离开了阳光—

张望—哆嗦，屏住你的气—

并认为独来独往

在那样一个地方，多么恐怖，

多么像小鬼—

像苍蝇，仿佛它在追逐你？

那么孤独—它看起来—

你可曾盯着一门大炮的脸—

在它的黄眼睛和你的之间—

最后的审判进行干预—

“死亡”的问题—

在你的耳旁即兴发言

冷静得像萨梯的鼓声一样—

如果你记得，并且得救—

似乎它更加—相像—

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