原文
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep,
sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed
through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great
sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. Anne was not wont to be
troubled with soul fog. But, somehow, since her return to Redmond for
this third year, life had not mirrored her spirit back to her with its
old, perfect, sparkling clearness.
語彙など
- crimson:深紅色の
- parting:別れ
- hymn:聖歌
- passionate:情熱的な
- roam:あちこち歩き回る
- alley:小路,小道
- fog:霧
- mirror:正確に映し出す
- sparkling:生き生きした
- clearness:明快