Verses writ not for Fame
But just for love of Beauty and of Thought!
From the heavens immense
Cam he
The guide
The Thinker of the Small Beard
The player of the violin!
The music had in early Dawn
With fall of night-dews
Flowed:
And now continuing assuaged
The drear of Day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem