'From Belton Castle to Solway side,
Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride.'
We had fled full fast from her father's keep,
And the time was come that we must sleep.
The first day was an ecstasy,
A golden mist, a burgeoning tree;
We rode like gods through a world new-made,
The hawthorn scented hill and glade,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem