It's like the light, --
A fashionless delight
It's like the bee, --
A dateless melody.
It's like the woods,
Private like breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.
It's like the morning, --
Best when it's done, --
The everlasting clocks
Chime noon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....the light, the bee and the morning are beautiful similes ★