Arrived with just my name
answering a call as did lead females
he'd dressed while earning fame.
So after the audience was over
hidden under cover
suspended from a rail
hung the attire of a heroine
who'd stepped out of the page;
moreover, kindly told that this was true
only a moments view.
Just a moment in time,
pondered the tale of doom from Hardy's pen
but a moment of mine
committed, there up on to stitch and hem
a winding path to wend.
Quite remarkable then,
excited acceptance: fate's fortune fixed.
And I have thought often
about a want of faith amid success
God's gifts were abundant
in that artistic place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem