Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night
Sweet angels, bringing no blinding truth to birth
Give us no messages
From heavenly palaces;
Leave us our dark trees and our starlight earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great job Lesbia, it's very classic and good language use.