月上升矣，牛罢耕矣

尔牧疲矣，非尔牧之疲也

牛有系而心无系

牛既逸兮心亦逸

就浅草而闲眠

乃旷然而自息

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.