But never fall from fealty to light.
你说,梅尔维尔?现在,先生,上帝,为什么不呢?
The pall is comfortable enough; as soon rot
在那里是另一个地方;一旦得到满足,
The beauty of the dark is there’s no sight
Of that light you speak of! What lamps are lit
没有从忠诚掉下来
当曾经整夜完全接受时。