She kissed me ever so tenderly
Upon my lips and said to me,
“Last night before I went to sleep
I thought I heard the Angels weep;
A voice as one, a choral moan
Of beings other than our own
Which reverberated around the room;
Which echoed as if in a tomb;
I could not see them but I knew
Their hearts were broken, split in two
As to why they cried, I cannot say,
They sang in moans 'till break of day.
And then no more was given vent;
The sobbing ceased, the air was spent;
I wonder what tonight shall bring
And who the subject of such lamenting? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem