ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Such a nice poem worthy to be chosen as modern poem of the day.....
Of a magical wood! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Lone in the light of that magical grove, I felt the stars of the spirits of Love Gather and gleam round my delicate youth, And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth; Beautiful expression. 10++++
Perfectly, depicting, the beautiful, part, of life, depicting beauty, in action attracting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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