A spoonful of honey
stirred into bitter chamomile
like a fairy's magic potion
to dulcify my sorrows
and transmogrify bad dreams
till they relapse
at the chime of midnight
when ill relight the candelabra
and sing with a little music box
to be lulled, swayed, cradled
tranquilized, mollified, sanctified
by the gentle lullaby
of a sweet, melodic aria
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful words, beautiful imagery, of course beautiful poam really love it thanks for sharing