Last night he said the dead were dead
And scoffed my faith to scorn;
I found him at a tulip bed
When I passed by at morn.
'O ho!' said I, 'the frost is near
And mist is on the hills,
And yet I find you planting here
Tulips and daffodils.'
''Tis time to plant them now,' he said,
'If they shall bloom in Spring';
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem