Kioku·LOK'TAR

Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude
你是否敢在形形色色的人群中， 
To live alone, an isolated thing?
自行其是，成为一个绝缘物？ 
To see the busy beings round thee spring,
眼看着别人在身边忙忙碌碌， 
And care for none; in thy calm solitude,
不管不顾；守着你宁静的幽居， 
A flower that scarce breathes in the desert rude
像荒凉沙漠里的一朵花不屑于 
To Zephyr's passing wing?
向那过路的风吐露气息。