The flower you laid has
Not dried up in full
Though
Fading it be:
But
Now it be another dawn
The church peals
And
The churchyard has
A low smile:
The flower you laid
Was of our love
Come! let the fires of
The sub-conscious spark
Again this love
And as by slow motion
The flower you laid
Will rise again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem