By a fair pond Adonis sat and stared
And in his gaze was glory of mid-day
When the stark sun feeds itself on its glow
And feeling it the more it glows and warms
Like coursing blood of lovers newly made:
Anon a maid of fair proportions tall
And locks of gold and curled and tressed
The fair Adonis by the pond espied:
At which her heart inflamed at once like to
Torches that burn alight on castle walls at night:
She racing came over the green champagne
And with a smile the flowers she ravished
By her wild beauty: sweet the sun shone
In all the glory of his warm mid-day and smiled:
But in her haste she a wrong step took and
Into a grisly well and deep fell unawares
Whilst by the fairy pond Adonis sat and stared
And in his gaze was glory of mid-day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem