Said God, 'You sisters, ere ye go
Down among men, my work to do,
I will on each a badge bestow:
Hope I love best, and gold for her,
Yet a silver glory for Despair,
For she is my angel too.'
Then like a queen, Despair
Put on the stars to wear.
But Hope took ears of corn, and round
Her temples in a wreath them bound.--
Which think ye lookt the more fair?
a beauty contest between Hope and her sister Despair- I think we all vote for Hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Despair Put on the stars to wear. But Hope took ears of corn, and round Her temples in a wreath them bound.- Which think ye lookt the more fair? despair and hope. very good poem