Long years of loving you, dear one,
Have focused misted visions of light,
Elusive loveliness and spun
Them close and clear within my sight.
This ivy vine enclasps my hand
And you are here; lilac scented dew
Enfolds my being while I stand
To hear the rushing waters renew
The gladness of my heart -- for you are there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem