Lover and Night whisper'd at night...
'I'm not alone, ' said the Lover a-bright,
'She'll come at your final fall: '
Night found the Lover's hall,
... and told,
'Lo, Joy embraces the daily Day,
from which, emerges a ray to gay: '
Gay is a thing of fright,
The blind grope for light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and a trick to the point your writing style is there I wished there had been more....good poem regards