In the world, but in the heart
As lovers of old; as gods!
Up here; whose clear-panelled views
Swathed, columnated, round
Of flames on stems, morn to eve
Hummingbird's, hawkmoth's port
Lounging, feasting, are we found:
Poseidon; his consort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem