And winged panels fluttering back, 振翅回飞 Triumphant, o′′er the crested palls, 胜利,跨过带有顶饰的棺木 。
Of her grand family funerals- 豪华的家庭葬礼 Some sepulchre, remote, alone, 一些坟墓,偏远孤独 Against whose portal she hath thrown, 她被投进死亡的大门 In childhood, many an idle stone- 在童年,无用的宝石 Some tomb from out whose sounding door 来自一些坟墓的大门。
She ne′′er shall force an echo more, 她无力回应 Thrilling to think, poor child of sin! 可怕的思想,罪恶之子 It was the dead who groaned within. 那是死者在它内部呻吟。