Daily my strength fail me
I don't know what has hit me
Although things feel warm and hazy
Blank minute by minute
But return I must
From dust to dust
Till that great dawn
Which all must return
And oh! Thou Earth I cried
Who then will pay the price
With so much glee and pride
Till it stands the taste of time
A pen shall tell my tale
Though I lay grey and pale
My works are here to stay
Evergreen from year to year
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem