When I can make my thoughts come forth
To walk like ladies up and down,
Each one puts on before the glass
Her most becoming hat and gown.
But oh, the shy and eager thoughts
That hide and will not get them dressed,
Why is it that they always seem
So much more lovely than the rest?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because they're the thoughts, the foundation stone of all; without it nothing is born. Good poetry.