I trod in the midst of ancient willows,
When I was transported to an enchanted world,
A dream of beauty, all light, no shadows,
A treasure-trove that to my eyes uncurled,
In variety of hues with brilliant glows,
At the shore of serene lake blue and pearled;
A subtle imagery that to beauty owes,
As the emotions that in my brain swirled.
Yet as I went, the view began to change,
As a mist started to arise from the lake
Obscuring the shore, then something strange,
As new sight was born, that beauty did forsake,
Goodness for turmoil started to interchange,
And in darkness I found myself awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Really liked it.