DEAR shade of bliss, enchanting hope,
Thy fairy dreams are almost o'er;
Bewilder'd, weary, faint, I stop,
My heart, alas! believes no more.
Yet from the beaten track I stray,
And truant fancy wanders far,
To catch one faint and trembling ray
From thy obscure and distant star.
Come, dear delusion, smile once more,
If in thy smiles I may be bless'd!
Spread thy green mantle on the shore.
And give thy anchor to my breast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem