致月

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

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

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?