Goodbye the day! now thy promises are kept
The crimson red sun sets aloof
And all human deeds are far-off
For hours, to bring thee back again;
Although in thee human has debt
On brightenig human life,
Welcome again to thy boss on cliff.
Goodbye the day! now thy tune is at end
The merry temple bell tolls
And the Earth, on and on, rolls
To bring thee back again;
Although half the way the Earth has to spend
On lightening a cute lawn,
Welcome again to thy new dawn.
11-23-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hasty hour of the day well penned by the poet- and the description of the dying day and increased belief well rhymed- rolls and tolls- thanks very much - great write 10