When all words appear amiss;
when the tears drown the eyes;
when emotions fly with ease;
Jane's ghost is passing by.
When the leaves quiver and bend;
when the clouds flee the sky;
when the priests' garment are rent;
Jane's ghost is saying 'hi'.
When the witch's wand is wedged;
and the dead doth arise;
'tis Lady Jane's ghost being fetched;
evoked to freeze the ice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem