I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night's fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love's lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air,
And after nailed upon the night
Berenice's burning hair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I wish you would only allow only those with feeling to read / broadcast his poetry. This ladies voice was void of all feeling...