The sky is silver-grey; the long
Slow waves caress the shore.-
On such a day as this I have been glad,
Who shall be glad no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
The gleeful state of mind in a september day in company of waves sitting on sea shore depicted in the wonderful poem.
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