Til soaked through, and lamenting
Ever stepping out thereon
Storm's path, day-shadowed
The melancholia of
Such dim hourly looming views
Were never windowed.
Til life-numb, and feeling bad
Wearying of the sameness
Far off years, threatened
The utter helplessness of
Such a lone met with prospect
Laughed at; child with friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem