Blow high, blow low,
O wind from the West;
You come from the country
I love the best.
O say have the lilies
Yet lifted their heads
Above the lake-water
That ripples and spreads?
Do the little sedges
Still shake with delight,
And whisper together
All through the night?
Have the mountains the purple
I used to love,
And peace about them,
Around and above?
Lovely train of thought, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in beautiful rhyme scheme with conviction. An insightful poem nicely penned with insight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. thank you