“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written Wade Where ignorant armies clash by night.” this is a great statement. This poem says a great deal and your so young. so bravo wade. I enjoyed this, G