The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
Flowers the great beauty of the world and their enjoyment with the nature is nicely written as a poem by the great poet and it is marvelous in brief lines.
Flowers they chanced to bow and thus enjoyed the push and pelt- wonderful- My breathed poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
im using this poem for my project