Noon.
The noble bells
Have rung.
Time
Ah! it flies
With Motion
With Motion
Elopes
And laughs
At scandal's whispering.
Day still has to go.
One wondrous sight
After the other
Still
Has to tread:
The afternoon
Sunset and dusk
And then the glories of the star-clad night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem