When Night lights up the switches of the stars
And they as one by one light up the skies
Gladdening with light the funereal dark
Which Night upon the heavens enfolds
The fires of the stars how brave look they
As hero-like defy and warm and light
The gloomy darkness of those frosty zones
Then will the fires brave of the night stars
The Poet’s praise engage and have:
The silent moon awhile all languidly
Will shine all constant and neglected quite
In the frail shadows of stars that fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem