O my love, don't forget me
Dreams of dream ye be/
You instilled the glories of youth
Brought rain on the waste land
Instigated the hidden wild grass
To grow under the shadow of
Your tender hand/
Fate the denial
The path: me to reject.
Neither ye be the Brawne,
Nor I be the Keats.
But I promise 'Grecian Urn'
From me for you a dower
Seeing not thy face
Showing not of mine
I will cage thy age
And make thee youth forever//
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful rhythmn....nice poem with memorable lines..