The old city is darkly hid beneath night's heavy gown,
And nothing stirs below in our medieval town.
The sun's first rays like golden spears come shining through,
Pale first, then brighter, lighting trees and sparkling dew.
At once the dawning chorus breaks and echos all around,
Cuckoo, thrush and blackbird all fill the air with sound.
The winding river's rising mist, pool and hollow fills
Hiding towers and rooting spires, seen from yonder hills.
The tall stone facets buried there blending with the green,
Changing not in war or peace a testimony seen
Of the constancy there built in every learned hall,
While round about inconstant men come and rise and fall.
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I would like to translate this poem
The sun's first rays kiss this old city with due love to awaken with golden memories. Lighting trees and sparkling dew motivate mind towards a brighter future of learning and perception in Oxford University. Every learned hall has built the peaceful testimony of constancy. Inconstant men rise and fall. But learned men stand in unity for victory. Beautiful rhythm and rhyme of this motivate readers. This is an outstanding poem...10
I thank you effusively for your thoughtful comment thank you. Dr Neil