‘Courage!’ he said, and pointed toward the land, ‘This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.’ In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
“勇气!”他指着陆地说,“越来越大的浪很快就会把我们卷向岸边。到了下午,他们来到了一片似乎永远是下午的土地。海岸的四周,慵懒的空气都昏过去了,呼吸起来就像做了一个疲倦的梦。
