維克多·雨果

What matter it though life uncertain be to all？

What though its goal be never reached？

What though it fall and flee—

Have we not each a soul？

Be like the bird that on a bough too frail

To bear him gaily swings.

He carols though the slender branches fail—

He knows he has wings！

何必去管它，人生總是無常？

有什么關系壯志難成？

何必計較蹉跌與敗逃——

我們豈不是各自都有靈魂？

像那鳥兒在柔弱的枝梢，

經(jīng)不起它歡樂地跳躍；

雖然那細枝折斷了，它仍歌唱——

它自知有翅膀！endprint