Sing, sky-lark, in the sky;
Sing, throstle- for love’s sake!
Sing sweet, as if no heart might ever break.
O, little summer-sigh
Of winds, that flutters down
The blossom-rain, as if no storms had blown!
Smile, flowers, along the way;
Your dainty beauty stirs
Such blessed thoughts, ye little comforters!
O Earth, for one kind day,
Let me be glad again-
Forgetting grief that is, and that has been!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem