Wearing out a hill with gazing;
Lit, hearteningly, from behind
Of evening wear, creamy toned;
When of moon's own satin bilked of!
Loose sickly widths of an unchaste
Allure; as wide condoned!
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I would like to translate this poem
Wearing out a hill with gazing Lit, hearteningly from behind" Nice narration and it's style. Liked it.10 points.