종소리와 함께 사라지고 좋은 것만이 있기를 기원하는 시이다.Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,울려라 우렁찬 종이여, 거친 창공에The flying cloud ... 않고 나가는 용기를 불어넣어 준다It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Matched
It was a land cloud-wrapped and misty, where the light of day was never sethe Muses lived not far from ... and the like - until no good was left for men, no protective covering and no quality to make them a match