There'll be a time
When all will hear
The ballads of
All that I fear
Or, much more
A great symphony
Of all the things
That startle me
A sweet matinee
To things I've lost
A song of love
And defeat to frost
An orchestra formed
By the ink from my pen
All shall know me
When I've reached my end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem