AN old man's thought of School;
An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself
Now only do I know you!
O fair auroral skies! O morning dew upon the grass!
And these I see--these sparkling eyes,
These stores of mystic meaning--these young lives,
Building, equipping, like a fleet of ships--immortal ships!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem