A dream to die
And many to dance
In joy and happiness;
And amidst the workshop
Of busy lessons and planning
Of lively lonely liquored life,
Nothing to explain exactly
And to achieve the acme.
And the dream to die
And someone to note
The tone of sacrifice.
Dream dies duly and daily
And new dreams are woven.
But dream dies duly and daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem