E-arly Wednesday morning
L-ets the beacon ascend;
S-hadow of the dark night
I-s just beginning to
E-nd.
B-eautiful Wednesday morning
L-ets not the twilight last;
A-llowing March twenty-ninth to come,
N-ever turning back the past.
C-omfort, joy, and mirth are all in the offing;
O-pen your eyes to dawn, early Wednesday morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem