Like Crusoe, walking by the lonely strand
And seeing a human footprint on the sand,
Have I this day been startled, finding here,
Set in brown mould, and delicately clear,
Spring's footprint--the first crocus of the year!
O sweet invasion! Farewell solitude!
Soon shall wild creatures of the field and wood
Flock from all sides with much ado and stir,
And make of me most willing prisoner!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it. and i've read Robinson Crusoe (novel) 3 times. to MyPoemList and to my February 2019 showcase. Thanks...to whomever put this on PH. bri (: