snow spied a single fir-tree lonely
growing on a mountain height,
said to me wistful dreams to be
a Christmas Tree one glorious night;
dreams of promise childhood presents Christmas
glee not a northern ice white cold snow blanket,
not drapery shadowy snow and ice but Christmas
carols sung on a remembrance happy holy night;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem