Laughed at, looked in on, the pale dreamer
Alone with her sap's dreams, nights:
'Love itself, not just its bound romance
May that of a fable advance! '
Upsrang then a fog-hooved defender;
Narrator-Time, of Man's story:
'Of all things imagined do they all
A source have; what's true to recall! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem