Dresses ivy green the church
Such art to me delights
Betwixt colored panes of glass
Inventing dazzling beams of spectral light
Above the belfry chimes a hymn
Singing sweetly to the dawn
Whilst the faithful make they're way
To pray and lift their voice in song
Tall the steeple finds the sky
Atop a cross the peak defines
And leaves its shadow to mark the place
Bloomimg flowers accent the creeping vine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem