O'er and o'er
a thought
'cross the mind, in a quest
for grounds grown prudence
that a wail shalt encroach
your heart
on sight of I leaving.
Shalt you protest?
-I would.
Or shalt you watch as a stillborn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your heart on sight of I leaving. What a verse! it means not sure, right?