The star dissolved in evening—the one star
and night O soon now, soon
And still the light now
and still now the large
and through the pools of blue
Still, still the swallows
and a wind now
and the tree
I was small. I lay
Beside my mother on the grass, and sleep
slow hooves and dripping with the dark
The velvet muzzles, the white feet that move
In a dream water
and O soon now soon
Sleep and the night.
And I was not afraid.
Her hand lay over mine. Her fingers knew
Darkness,—and sleep—the silent lands, the far
Far off of morning where I should awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem