致月
蒼白因怠倦，
升起望人間。
漫遊無旅伴，
不同眾星源。
變幻無趣眼，
永恒為探看。
To the Moon
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth, —
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
