Faith - beautiful matron of the wise soul,
Courage, Love Compassion,
A kiss from a century's embrace,
The seeds of a ripened heart, a
Confessor's reclamation as the thirsty earth -
inebriated from man's tinctured soul, and
Wisdom's silence bleeds of the lofty bells,
A house divided...
As the mighty warrior passes forth -
A peaceful good bye most will not soon come to know -
nor fear; but, alas -
the dying voice crowds the halls of no regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem