月上升矣，牛罷耕矣

爾牧疲矣，非爾牧之疲也

牛有系而心無系

牛既逸兮心亦逸

就淺草而閒眠

乃曠然而自息

THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,  

  The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,  

The plowman homeward plods his weary way,  

  And leaves the world to darkness and to me.