Under pledge of secrecy
Skim over morn clouds,
The moonlit night fell into
Despair; Inhabitants as
insects came over an urban pollen, an auld countess Death
inserts inharmonic.
- In this playlet of the wooden babes, which entwined in dreams among the floral tributes, babbitry still stand mute of malice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem