XXXVIII
"Say Not of Me That Weakly I Declined"
Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Say not of me, that weakly I declined
The labours of my siers, and fled to sea,
The towers we founded and the lamps we lit,
To play at home with paper like a child.
But rather say: In the afternoon of time
A strenuous family dusted from its hands
The sand of granite, and beholding far
Along the sounding coast its pyramids
And tall memorials catch the cying sun,
Smiled well content, and to this childish task
Around the fire addressed its evening hours.
意気地もなく僕は僕の陛下の仕事を辞退し、海へ逃げたと、
お構いなく言う。
23:13 2016/07/02土
僕達が建てた塔や僕達が灯したランプ、
子供のように文書で家庭ごっこをして遊んだ
23:17 2016/07/03日
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