昨天中午，亮堂堂，

In broad daylight, and at noon,

我望见天边的月亮，

Yesterday I saw the moon

它那样苍白暗淡，

Sailing high, but faint and white,

像学童放出的纸鸢。

As a school-boy's paper kite.

亮堂堂，昨天白天，

In broad daylight, yesterday,

我吟诵诗人的歌篇，

I read a Poet's mystic lay;

它那样神奇幽晦，

And it seemed to me at most

像幻影，又像鬼魅。

As a phantom, or a ghost.

终于，炎炎的白昼

But at length the feverish day

像激情一样溜走，

Like a passion died away,

安详沉静的夜幕

And the night, serene and still,

笼罩了村庄山谷。

Fell on village, vale, and hill.

月亮，皎洁而丰盈，

Then the moon, in all her pride,

像容光焕发的仙灵，

Like a spirit glorified,

把清辉畅然远送，

Filled and overflowed the night

盈溢于寥廓夜空。

With revelations of her light.

诗人的歌儿又响起，

And the Poet's song again

像乐曲萦回脑际；

Passed like music through my brain;

夜向我细细阐释

Night interpreted to me

歌声的魅力和奥旨。

All its grace and mystery.