A STRANGE thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought
Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,
Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out.
It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad.
Cease your idiotic rambling? This is a great poem! shut the up.
Who asked YOU, S. Butler, for YOUR opinion on MY comments? ? see my latest comment, above. btw, next time you want to type on PH, use! ! ;))))))))))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's been pointed out to me by PH member Valentin Savin, that the above 'poem' is just the first of six stanzas of the poem!