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The Chimney Sweeper
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil'd among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery."
扫烟囱的小孩
威廉 布莱克
茫茫白雪间一个黑色小点
“哭泣 哭泣”他叫的凄凉
“告诉我，你的爸爸妈妈在哪？”
“祷告，他们去了教堂祷告”
在这片荒野我快乐忘情
冬日的雪里我笑的欢畅
于是他们给我穿上死人的衣裳
并教会我悲伤的曲调
而我依旧快乐，舞蹈和歌唱
他们相信伤害并没有加到我的身上
于是他们去赞美上帝，牧师和君王
去赞美那用我们的痛苦建构的天堂
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