Last submission of
The moon
To the night
The time is closing
The ages turning
Sing, sing
Fairy of the mounts
The snows is shadowed
By dark shadows
Of heavens and clouds
And freedom wild.
Ay! Freedom wild
Walks not hand in hand
With rules
Yet
Be yearned for
So much
By Individual Souls.
Nobility
To the Inner Soul
Arrives
After the suffering
And the pain
Before
And without need
Of a white dawn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem