In broad daylight, and at noon,

昨天中午，亮堂堂，

Yesterday I saw the moon

我望见天边的月亮，

Sailing high, but faint and white,

它那样苍白暗淡，

As a school-boy's paper kite.

像学童放出的纸鸢。

In broad daylight, yesterday,

亮堂堂，昨天白天，

I read a Poet's mystic lay;

我吟诵诗人的歌篇，

And it seemed to me at most

它那样神奇幽晦，

As a phantom, or a ghost.

像幻影，又像鬼魅。

But at length the feverish day

终于，炎炎的白昼

Like a passion died away,

像激情一样溜走，

And the night, serene and still,

安详沉静的夜幕

Fell on village, vale, and hill.

笼罩了村庄山谷。

Then the moon, in all her pride,

月亮，皎洁而丰盈，

Like a spirit glorified,

像容光焕发的仙灵，

Filled and overflowed the night

把清辉畅然远送，

With revelations of her light.

盈溢于寥廓夜空。

And the Poet's song again

诗人的歌儿又响起，

Passed like music through my brain;

像乐曲萦回脑际；

Night interpreted to me

夜向我细细阐释

All its grace and mystery.

歌声的魅力和奥旨。