Each new day I arise in quiet anticipation
For the words thou hath sent to me
Far across the sky they travel here
T'which my eyes eagerly await to see
What joy thy words bring when'st seen
My soul is lift'd whilst I muse upon your lines
Tis the mystery of thee that hath claim'd my thoughts
Sleep stolen by a faceless vision etch'd within my mind
My lady I cherish your daily letters
Close to my heart thy words doth lay
Sweet is the night before the dawn
Sweeter still are the thoughts of thee that stay
Till early morn when'st the sun doth shine
Shall memories of thee lay fresh upon my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem/elegant write... I like this form of writing, feel like a classic! ! !