It was the lovely moon---she lifted Slowly her white brow among Bronze cloud-waves that ebbed and drifted Faintly, faintlier afar.

It was the lovely moon---she lifted Slowly her white brow among Bronze cloud-waves that ebbed and drifted Faintly, faintlier afar.

那是可爱的月亮——她在青铜色的云波中缓缓地扬起她那雪白的额头，那云波在远处越来越微弱地起伏。

-- John Freeman 约翰·弗里曼