He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.

He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.

他吃着喝着这些珍贵的话语，他的精神变得强壮起来;他不再知道自己是穷人，也不知道自己的身体是尘土。

-- Emily Dickinson 狄金森