The vast sphere-screen is freshly seen, cheered by sunsheen;
sensation sweet by the wind neat with wings of heat;
a lone palm-tree dwells at the lea by the lush sea,
and on them worn is the smile born of a white morn;
gulls, wings support in flight, eyes sort out as high sport.
These by my door, my eyes on more at a glad shore;
wealth my eyes gain-charms of joy lain deep in my brain;
these jewels great as views I sate in my heart's spate;
gold holiday with me to stay in my home's bay.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery here in this lovely poem of yours. Well done. Spiritsong