There 's a breeze - breath of fresh air-
Yet there, and here, and somewhere
Along the dirty road, beneath the earth
By those wandering lonely walked,
The leaves in myriads dance and Summer,
As if with love and music sing
Some flowers fellow were there,
and all those leaves, that jumbo and summer,
Were each a joyous, living things
wandered lonely as I wandered along them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem