Visitors— no more, we earthlings are,
Here, wearing a new cosmic garment,
We may scarce again come to this star—
And would leave soon as the time is spent,
Look at still at our envious face,
And note that our eyes no farther race
Than to neighbour's green garden; good grace!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 01.03.06 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem