Be unastonished, and fear not;
Like one in full battle dress
Who must, come morn, present himself
To the ugly, angry foe;
When I tell you one, older, must
Have his guileful way with us.
For we have, by our side, upblazed
Swords to ward off wicked woe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed the thought of facing another day with the " foe" makes one aware that there is an angel with us, sword upblazed to ward off wicked woe. Marvelous write and vivid images.
Thankyou so much Cynthia