And Indian plants, of scent and hue The sweetest that ever were fed on dew, Leaf by leaf, day after day, Were massed into the common clay.

• 而那吸食甘露的印度花草,本来色和香都最为美妙,如今却日复一日,一叶叶地,变成了一堆黄土,一堆烂泥。