I will take, will take you back to the land
And the time when men were men,
And women were women, and children played -
For we shall know joy, ah, then!
We shall stand on our feet and look up to the sky,
And we shall, like a child,
In astonishment gaze with a sharp-pierc'd eye,
Bedazzled, ay, beguiled.
For the sky will be clear and the stars will be bright,
Their secret known to us,
While the rest of the world gropes in double-black night,
In darkness ponderous.
(Published Thursday,8th January,2009; this is written on the back of something I printed off the Internet on the 25th of April 2007, so it must have been written after that date; I have a suspicion it was written in 2008, possibly after my reception into the Catholic Church.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem