To that lonely dale
I would not ever go;
Where I can't hear
The lullaby of the
Brook moving slow;
To that stoic hill I
Won't see in wonder;
Where upon clouds
Won't tarry for long
And pour on dry river;
I won't ever listen to
That wanderer's song:
Where to the sanctity of
Its tunes depth of our
Love does not belong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Touching
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