The Echoes rattle
And
The Echoes sing
With
The orchestra of green
Goblins
For it be night
To-night
A rare night of spell
Of life under the canopy
Of mirth and wine
And the moon's light
And Fire re-discovered
In that night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
echoes sing, I like it.