No, e'er no, with a sizzling eye
Nor it will subdue, as for fair
Loathe, into paltry humane
Rather an unsocial care
It shouts as not in balmy tree
Wherefore it pity dwells, or longs-
If an hour could be mine, or be
Unto ours', must it be in throngs.
01/05/2017
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Loved the way you inked about the trait in humanity. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write on humanity.