And dusk and moon
Together
This night as in
All night
And the wine of
The nightingale in chant
And songs amorous:
Ah! that this Earth
Of ours be of this,
In this!
A lone violin
Sad
Sweetens the air
The sea spume
Scents salty
In the airs
Let off by Zephyr:
A light-house turns
And
Turns
A night-lamp clanks slow
With the wind's rhythm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem