Percy Bysshe Shelley - To the Moon 汉译

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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?

问月

波西·比希·雪莱

你是否因为攀登天空、凝视大地

而苍白疲倦，

孤独无伴地漫游

       在渊源迥异的群星之间，

经常变换，像一只忧愁的眼

看不到任何值得它一直睁着注视的对象？