Do I not know that, some morning, the east will open like a bursting bud into warmth and splendour, and the azure depths above will have only the more solace for my starved anatomy because of this protracted disappointment?

难道我不知道，某个早晨，东方会像绽放的花蕾一样绽放出温暖和灿烂的光芒，而由于这种长期的失望，头顶蔚蓝的深渊只会为我饥饿的身体提供更多的慰藉吗？