Between the snowdrifts and the sea,
Seeking, at last shall I find thee?
O friend of half-forgotten days,
Are these indeed the very ways
Thou tookest when thou wentst from me?
It must be that I touch thy hands
Today in these most empty lands:
Else how shall I—O Found in dreams—
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem