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.