spangled out bright and yellow. And the wood was still, stiller, but yet gusty with crossing sun. The first windflowers were out, and all the wood seemed pale with the pallor of endless little anemones, sprinkling the shaken floor. "The world has grown pale with thy breath." But it was the breath of Persephone, this time; she was out of hell on a cold morning. Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled wind caught among the twigs. It, too, was caught and trying to tear itself free, the wind, like Absalom. How cold the anemones looked, bobbing their naked white shoulders over crinoline skirts of green. But they stood it. A few first bleached little primroses too, by the path, and yellow buds unfolding themselves.

她较以往结实许多，走起路来也更加有力，树林里的风比吹过花园时轻柔许多，不再那样咄咄逼人。她想忘却，忘却整个世界，忘却那些行尸走肉般丑恶嘴脸。“你必须重生（注：引自《新约·约翰福音》）！我深信肉体的复活！一粒麦子不落在地里死了，仍旧是一粒，若是死了，就结出许多子粒来。（注：引自《新约·约翰福音》）当报春花怒放之际，我也将再度复苏，仰望光芒万丈的太阳！”沐浴着三月的春风，无穷无尽的辞藻在她的脑海中涌现。缕缕阳光在树影间跳跃，奇异的光线照亮树林边缘的白屈菜，它们躺在榛树下，闪烁着灼灼的黄光。树林依然寂静，甚至更为寂静，只是偶尔射进来几束阳光。赶早的银莲花已经绽放，星星点点地散满颤巍巍的地面，整个树林似乎都被它们染成苍白色。“在你的气息中，世界已然苍白。”（注：引自斯温伯恩的《珀尔塞福涅赞歌》）但那是珀尔塞福涅（注：希腊神话中冥王哈德斯的妻子）的呼吸，在这清冷的早晨，她从地狱来到人间。阵阵冷风呼啸而来，在头顶上被枝桠纠缠住，而发出怒号。它也和押沙龙（注：《圣经》中犹太王大卫的第三子，因反叛其父，最终被杀）一样，被树枝困住，奋力想要挣脱出来。白莲花身着翠绿色衬裙，坦露着雪白的肩膀，冷得瑟瑟发抖。但它们却能抵挡住严寒的侵袭。还有那路边初放的樱草花，稍稍泛白，黄色的蓓蕾开始绽放。

The roaring and swaying was overhead, only cold currents came down below. Connie was strangely excited in the wood, and the colour flew in her cheeks, and burned blue in her eyes. She walked ploddingly, picking a few primroses and the first violets, that smelled sweet and cold, sweet and cold. And she drifted on without knowing where she was.

风在头顶盘旋怒号，阵阵凉气向下袭来。康妮漫步林间，心情莫名激动，两颊泛红，双目闪着蓝光。她放慢脚步，采摘樱草花以及乍放的紫罗兰，花朵嗅起来芳香扑鼻，但又寒意逼人。她漫无目的地走着，全然不知自己身在何处。

Till she came to the clearing, at the end of the wood, and saw the green-stained stone cottage, looking almost rosy, like the flesh underneath a mushroom, its stone warmed in a burst of sun. And there was a sparkle of yellow jasmine by the door; the