My light be my delight.
As beauty tis a gray.
A strange light in day.
When time doth breaks away.
The lighted table light.
The lighted candle light tis bright.
My dream of light is to come a day.
A lighted path of delight.
As marvelous sight is creeping light.
When lighted holly-hawks come play.
The light did bide for time.
The today thus far an end.
My reckon delight be light.
As a strange night light.
A guide to me it is come.
When a time is fitted and lighted come.
The arrow brightly lit.
The corner stone tis tapped to glow.
My light be as delight.
As beauty tis to come to grow.
A strange time grew gray.
When doth time did break it-self to dawn away.
A very good poem I love it so much, especailly the archaic words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful! Not a line frightful! Keep them flowing, always showing, God's Light! ! ! thanks, very nice! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !