Sleep sweetly oh prince of night...
Dream heartly for frightened heighth.
When'st thou dreams may return and haunt...
For the 'morrow of thy mind's unconscionsed taunt.
Relax and comfort thy body's aches...
Nourish thy mind and chase down thy breaks.
When'st the morrow of sweet sorrow? ...
Tend to evening's once struck partake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A splendid, peaceful read. Patricia Gale