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The crows sailing overhead perhaps watched me while I took this survey.
我這么觀察著的時候，在頭頂滑翔的烏鴉們也許正俯視著我。
I wonder what they thought.
我不知道它們在想什么，
They must have considered I was very careful and timid at first, and that gradually I grew very bold and reckless.
它們一定以為起初我十分小心和膽怯，但漸漸地我變得大膽而魯莽了。
A peep, and then a long stare; and then a departure from my niche and a straying out into the meadow;
我先是窺視一下，隨后久久盯著，再后是離開我躲藏的角落，不經意走進了草地，
and a sudden stop full in front of the great mansion, and a protracted, hardy gaze towards it.
突然在府宅正面停下腳步，久久地死盯著它。
"What affectation of diffidence was this at first?"
“起初為什么裝模做樣羞羞答答？”
they might have demanded;
烏鴉們也許會問，
"what stupid regardlessness now?"
“而這會兒又為什么傻里傻氣，不顧一切了？”
Hear an illustration, reader.
讀者呀，且聽我解釋。
A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her.
一位情人發現他的愛人睡在長滿青苔的河岸上，他希望看一眼她漂亮的面孔而不驚醒她。
He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound;
他悄悄地踏上草地，注意不發出一點聲響，
he pauses -- fancying she has stirred: he withdraws: not for worlds would he be seen.
他停下腳步——想象她翻了個身。他往后退去，千方百計要不讓她看到。
All is still: he again advances: he bends above her;
四周萬籟俱寂。他再次往前走去，向她低下頭去。
a light veil rests on her features: he lifts it, bends lower;
她的臉上蓋著一塊輕紗。他揭開面紗，身子彎得更低了。
now his eyes anticipate the vision of beauty -- warm, and blooming, and lovely, in rest.
這會兒他的眼睛期待著看到這個美人兒——安睡中顯得熱情、年青和可愛。
How hurried was their first glance! But how they fix!
他的第一眼多么急不可耐！但他兩眼發呆了：
How he starts! How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger!
他多么吃驚！他又何等突然，何等激烈地緊緊抱住不久之前連碰都不敢碰的這個軀體，用手指去碰它！
How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden, and gazes on it wildly!
他大聲呼叫著一個名字，放下了抱著的身軀，狂亂地直愣愣瞧著它。
He thus grasps and cries, and gazes, because he no longer fears to waken by any sound he can utter -- by any movement he can make.
他于是緊抱著，呼叫著，凝視著，因為他不再擔心他發出的任何聲音，所做的任何動作會把她驚醒。
He thought his love slept sweetly: he finds she is stone dead.
他以為他的愛人睡得很甜。但此發現她早己死去了。
