I hear the stars still singing
To the beautiful, silent night,
As they speed with noiseless winging
Their ever westward flight.
I hear the waves still falling
On the stretch of lonely shore,
But the sound of a sweet voice calling
I shall hear, alas! no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful short poem. Sometimes brevity emphasizes the beauty better than lengthy sagas.