At the very end of the poem, the uncouth swain "rose, and twitch't his Mantle blue: tomorrow to fresh Woods and Pastures new."

在诗歌的最后，这个粗鄙的年轻人吟唱到,“慢慢上升，挥动了他蔚蓝色的丝巾“,向崭新的牧场和森林眺望明天“

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Even if tomorrow someone were to hand doctors a magic new technology that would enable to control neurons and synapses with whatever precision they want safely inexpensively.

就算明天有人交给医生一项神奇的新技术,让他能安全，随心所欲地控制神经元和神经突触。

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