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?
致月亮
雪莱
你面容苍白是否已厌倦
总在攀登天堂，朝地球凝望，
你穿梭于生辰不同的群星
孤独地流浪——
宛若无欢乐的眼睛，不断变幻，
找不到目标值得停留久长？
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