致月

致月

苍白因怠倦，

升起望人间。

漫游无旅伴，

不同众星源。

变幻无趣眼，

永恒为探看。

                                                                                                            

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?