But, on still clear summer evenings, when the sun sinks down into the sea, among golden cloud-capes and cloud-islands, and locks and friths of azure sky, the sailors fancy that they see, away to westward, St. Brandan's fairy isle.
但是,在仍然晴朗夏日傍晚,当太阳中,在金色云和云,在蔚蓝天空中,水手们幻想他们看到了,向西,圣布兰登仙女小。