Dear A... I am not pre Raphalite
that made thee immortal like art,
I am not Rossetti who made thee,
Damozil of my verse!
nor make painting stupendous.
I have scanity to portray thee
holding thee three lilies,
in thy hands on heavens Gate,
But I can love thee
immortal through my verse,
I love thee lot not less than
Damozil's lover,
care thee spacious but
Alas! repressed of emotions! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem