Morning's, the sun-god's physique!
Its olympic pose
The ancient worlds' bettering.
With a bronze shield, entering
A hero's repose.
Of finest light carved. In tone
Striking, striding out
The valley of Night's defeat.
There, by that east-side wall's seat.
And spring-themed layout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem