With words of ivory,
Of bronze, of ebony,.
Of alabaster, marble, steel and gold,
The beauty of the visible is told.
How, how with these express
The unseen Loveliness—
Splendor and light and harmony and sound
The heart has felt, the sense has never found ?
No shining words of stone—
Shadow and cloud alone—
These shall the poet seek eternally,
Whose lines would carve the mask of Mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem