There is a region not far gone,
A place of pleasant pastures,
And there my love has dared to venture,
To await the sounds of adventure
When we walk the seaside at midnight,
Holding hands, all fit together
like a finely worn glove and
I can not tell which finger is mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and romantic. I lke this. Keep writing