Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats through the
On a steep hill-side, on a grassy ledge, I have lain hours long
Only the faint breeze pass in a whisper like a prayer,
And the river ripple by and the distant call of a bird.
On the lone hill-side, in the gold sunshine, I will hush me and
And the world fades into a dream and a spell is cast on me;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem