There are spotless moons, and there are spoons of silver;
But I am the praise of a mighty river.
There are diamonds born, there where ghost-storms shorn,
And Earth’s just an arrow in the Hunts-man's quiver.
There are seas that sing, where there rings a bell
Six fathoms deep, where a mermaid shivers,
And hearts so full, under brain’s strange rule;
But love returns to the the loves first giver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed in practice it should. But sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes your completely ignored. Others times you get that look. You got to be out of your mind I'm so much better then you. As if anyone actually ever could. Love is only returned if it is believed that all are equal in giving and receiving. Matters of the heart are light feather. When one believes we all in it together. Great inspiring poem, I would like thank you for it. Bravo, cheers, and keep them coming.