安徒生童话：A Picture Book Without Pictures 没有画的画册ELEVENTH EVENING

"It was a wedding festival，"said the Moon．"Songswere sung，toasts were drunk，everything was rich andgrand．The guests departed；it was past midnight．Themothers kissed the bride and bridegroom，and I saw thesetwo alone by themselves，though the curtains were drawnalmost quite close．The lamp lit up the cosy chamber．'Iam so glad they are all gone now，'he said，and kissedher hands and lips，while she smiled and wept，leaningon his breast as the lotus flower rests on the rushing wa－ters，and they spoke soft and happy words．'Sleep sweet－ly，'he said，and she drew the window curtains to oneside．'How beautifully the moon shines，'she said；'look how still and clear it is．'Then she put out thelamp，and there was darkness in the room，but my raysbeamed even as his eyes did．Womanliness，kiss thou thepoet's harp，when he sings of life's mysteries．"