Thou art, thou art what thou wouldst be
And all this world means naught to me
Beloved, you dreamed of sea and sail
And I believed that love would prevail
But life is naught to what we believe
And never what we dream or conceive
But a mind unknown over mans own will
That willingly binds me to you still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem