Imaging, no more prettily
What for passion's blushing is
Offset by that, coyer
The thoughts of one, young love's unfurled
Can no more be confined;
This, before her, at a desk sat;
A jar for a make do vase
O'erspills; makes air sweeter.
And of her own choice to pick in
Rose and violet - combined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem