O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twin
O Love! were you the scented fan
O Love! were you the hooded hawk upon my
hand
O Love! were you a shield against the arrows
O wild-deer hours, to the meadows of the
sunset!
Or the union of the midnight
O tranquil night, with your soft
And bear me to the fragrance of my breast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem