This day, the first of spring-time
The year's new-born child
In soft blue light is swaddled.
Of white puffs compiled.
Freshly smelling where it lay
Of freesia; jonquil.
For what giggly beguiles us
Twittery blows still!
"Disturb not"! I'm instructed.
If unearthly spoke
Or drummed of the earth itself
To it, but half-woke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem