My songs should be as lilies fair,
And roses made of crimson light,
To lie amid the fragrant hair
And on the breast of my delight.
Such glory is for them too high;
I'll scatter them adown the street,
And when my love is passing by
They will rise up and kiss her feet.
The poem reminds me of a number of Hindi and English songs which reflect a similar state of a lover's heart but nothing can surpass the delicate beauty of the sentiments expressed in the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely lovely poem! Makes me want to Re-joyce in Kilmer poetry.. [ Yes, a bad pun]. But, certainly we can be rejoicing in this valentine