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，仍然晴朗夏日傍晚，当太阳沉入，色岛之间，蔚蓝天空，水手们幻想他们看到了，向西，圣布兰登仙女小岛。