Beside his person, whatever else
Is irretrievable
Beats down Compunction's path, in fued
Of gloomy attitude.
Quelling the air of those silly whims
That with him persevered:
'To be of woman, an acquainter!
More grotesque, admirer! '
Fairy breed of Thought, dire that flashed up
Night-fears of the lonely.
Shimmery wings of it now sucked right
Back into the moonlight.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful! Commendable poetic expression dear poet...liked it