Still must the poet as of old,
In barren attic bleak and cold,
Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to
Such things as flowers and song and you;
Still as of old his being give
In Beauty's name, while she may live,
Beauty that may not die as long
As there are flowers and you and song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lifestyle of a poet! Great little poem with depth!