多少花儿，或朽于木，

或埋于土。

从未有人告诉她：

你多么美啊。

多少种子，随风而逝，

全不知，它若发芽，

生长于天地，

终有一日，花开满枝。

How many Flowers fail in Wood -

Or perish from the Hill -

Without the privilege to know

That they are Beautiful -

How many cast a nameless Pod

Upon the nearest Breeze -

Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight -

It bear to Other Eyes -

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