The magic of the wand
Ah! the wand of the Master
Of the Harmonic Orchestra
He waves; they play
And music sweet be born.
So
So when a Poet-Seer
He will to sing
And sings.
So
When the Night towards
The close
Of its short reign
Prepares the hand-over for
Advent of Dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem