Many prospects;
Many aspects
Of me, your own beloved Earth
To fascinate.
Sit you down there;
Or anywhere!
I'll never disappoint, whom
Cloud's shades negate!
The year throughout
Season-devout.
Whilst nonchalant that nothing
Does spoil to hate.
'A changeless smile
Rained on the while!
Or hail-streaked! Which does that fret
Life's, soothe; abate.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem