Bathing in that inspired place, no more will wage that rough voiced war against the dooming stars, every tender lady pass before him like a dream, once i have loved her to the core all other depths are shallow, let us fly these dreary caverns, i will delight the with my winding course to arcadian forests, i will chose the brightest streams to lay beside godesses that bless my hopes of vissions of happyness.
i will tell stories of the sky, happy love will overpower me and make me melt in thee, vow endless bliss forever, exalt the to the shinny heaven ambrosial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[Love is a nectarell flower; Sip its seeping elixir] A g'd poem! ! !