At eve The moonbeam, sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish, Birds warbling all the music.

At eve The moonbeam, sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish, Birds warbling all the music.

黄昏时分，月光从熟睡的树叶间轻柔地滑过，是他们所希望的一切光明，鸟儿在歌唱着一切音乐。

-- William Cowper 威廉·考珀