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，在仍然晴朗的夏日傍晚，当太阳沉入海中，在金色的云海和云岛之间，在蔚蓝的天空中，水手们幻想他们看到了，向西，圣布兰登的仙女小岛。