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I am the hidden current
Drifting on and on,
Watching you keenly
Throughout the night to morn.
You have the smile
On your delighted face
And the enthusiasm
That a young maid
Should possess.
This comes eventually
Pure and the purest…
Intuition of hidden love for a maiden residing with Nature-reminds Wordsworth's 'Lucy Poems'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Muse! ! Drifting on! Nice work.