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When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Cataract.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........an interesting write....best to not give up one's life ★