Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well its a good start sounds alot like mine but some how different