A frolic breeze spreads its perfumed wings,
Where fancies endear the loveliest of dreams,
And in the brooding darkness, it seems
To linger, listening at love's whisperings.
In the bliss of a dream, the thought brings
Her pretty looks, the eyes large and tender,
Brightened with what thousand lights render,
Of sweet beauty deafened to joy's pleadings.
Yet are they saddened, those dazzling brown eyes
No longer mourn for what they loved best.
Now they are conquerors of greater quest,
Enslaving the thought of whom dreaming lies,
And so, for her, his love will never rest,
As in the thought of love, love never dies.
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I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a really great poem, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Evil Rising.