BELOW the boundless blue,
As white clouds envelop the great mountain-top;
Below blaring birds a-flying,
Walk I amid the greenwood trees;
Seeing th' Mountain:
It seems a king, in its
Crown of clouds; clad in
An ermine of earth and snow;
Richly ruffled wi' rays of
sunshine: -
Posing passively 'pon the hors'back of Time.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece love how its structured