Although these lines are not as fair
As so many forms that claim the greater view
Not even considering the majestic things of nature's way
Whose dominion we may yet come to rue
Still in this offering there is hope of beauty too
If spirit's sweetness can perchance ever be conveyed
By something as frail as a line of soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem