By this shore rocky and barren-wild
There used to pace a Poet-Seer
In white robes
Long and flexible
In the dark of night
As if coining from the stars
The spirits, ghosts and rattling skeletons
The satyrs and the fauns, naiads and nymphs,
Dropped to join wild
By the shore rocky and barren and wild.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem