When first my face was new to her,
My lover said of me
My eyes were green; and the green waves
Rolled on a shallow sea.
Oh, grey and grave it is to know
How soon my love must say
That gravely flow the bitter tides
And the eyes that watch are grey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bitter tides, good writing, thanks.