Say wilt thou think of me when I'm away,
Borne from the threshold and laid in the clay,
Past and forgotten for many a day?
Wilt thou remember me when I am gone,
Further each year from thy vision withdrawn,
Thou in the sunset, and I in the dawn?
Wilt thou remember me, when thou shalt see
Daily and nightly encompassing thee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem