Just to utter a word,
That is all I desire;
That may still be heard,
When I expire;
That still may glow,
Like a soft, sweet flame,
When others go,
As they lightly came;
That may still be sung
With hopes and fears,
By a careless tongue
In a thousand years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe that, with this quality of writing, he achieved his desire for literary immortality as his words still glow in my life and yours.