Moon Compasses
by Robert Frost
月亮园规
I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
在大雨的间歇，恍惚中我悄然溜出
Between two downpours to see what there was.
来看都有些什么，顶着嘀嗒的雨珠。
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
蒙着面罩的月亮将半圆的月光洒落
To a cone mountain in the midnight haze,
洒到锥形的山，山上披午夜的薄雾，
As if the final estimate were hers,
好像那最后的测算是由她把握，
And as it measured in her calipers,
又当它用她的卡尺来量度，
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
那座山高耸在它所在之处。
So love will take between the hands a face . . .
所以这双手一张脸之间，爱将栖住 . . .
