In the dark graveyard
The stars barely
Light
Though it be
Night
In the dark graveyard
There's activity
There's rustling
There's whispering
Though
The stars barely
Light
Though it be
Night
Aha! a laugh!
Cessation
Then
The whisperings continue
Look!
They come from yonder yew:
And
Dawn be long in coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem