Little fountain, out of sight
My focus is on you.
Unmistaking the sound you make;
And what it relates to.
As what haunts that dream, as much
In needy circumstance
Cools for heat of desire.
Out of its dim fairy's grove
Exquisite-fingered moves
Through heart-soothing lyre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That title drew me like a moth to the light! Then the poem fulfilled the promise of its title and then some. Very good piece of writing! ! !