She told me poems, born of solitude, such as no poet ever sang; but all ingenuously, without one vestige of love, one trace of voluptuous thought, one echo of a poesy orientally soothing as the rose of Frangistan.

她给我讲诗，这些诗源于孤独，是诗人从未唱过的；但一切都很天真，没有一丝爱的痕迹，没有一丝淫荡的思想，没有像弗朗吉斯坦玫瑰那样东方舒缓的诗歌回声。