麻烦把下面的英语翻译成汉语谢谢In the night fast passing now,The moon roves to be too bright.The oor crows aren't used to it.They have had a restless night.The dri-drops of the time-iece--Points to the small hours of morn.O'er the well,the ulley squeaks,As water is being drawn.Her eyes,open,roll about.Of sleep,she has not got a wink.Cold and wet is the pillow,Into which many tears sink.Her fingers are interlaced--In agony and despair.Shadows flit o'er her temples,As

麻烦把下面的英语翻译成汉语谢谢
In the night fast passing now,
The moon roves to be too bright.
The oor crows aren't used to it.
They have had a restless night.
The dri-drops of the time-iece--
Points to the small hours of morn.
O'er the well,the ulley squeaks,
As water is being drawn.
Her eyes,open,roll about.
Of sleep,she has not got a wink.
Cold and wet is the pillow,
Into which many tears sink.
Her fingers are interlaced--
In agony and despair.
Shadows flit o'er her temples,
As frosty winds blow her hair.
From the pain which torments her,
She can't find any relief.
His words uttered at parting--
Echo in her heart with grief.
The pole star appears aslant,
At the arrival of day,
Cockcrows grow more widespread,
As he gets farther away.