Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring Even yet thou are to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery.

Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring Even yet thou are to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery.

三次欢迎你，春天的宝贝，但你对我不是鸟，而是一种看不见的东西，一种声音，一种神秘。

-- William Wordsworth 威廉·华兹华斯