Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

碎了，碎了，碎了，碎了，碎了!我愿我的舌头能吐出心中所起的意念。

-- Alfred Tennyson 阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生