A small girl entered my bower-
Through the old, weathered gate she crept,
Wandering quietly among the flowers
With cautious little thief-sneaking steps.
Smiling, she knelt to a budding wonder-
Compared to this prize, the others were wan.
Then wept as she realized her blunder,
When the flower, to the yonder, fluttered gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem