Oh Byron, had you lived today
Would you have penned,
'She walks in Beauty like the night....? '
I rather think you would have said,
'She struts in Squalour by Twilight
Which casts it's pall on seedy 'hoods
And all that is innocent bliss
Dies nascent in childish eyes
Where debauchery rules with an iron fist
And reviled, despised are virtuous lives.'
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful write yet ingenious too...10++thanks for sharing