The valley was dim at dawn
I heard my name over and over,
In helpless, trembling bondage
My soul is feeling every breath of yours
O my lover
Your voice flows into my ear.
should i come too near!
And yet you arrive somehow
in my fairy dream
the hooks of
my dress
ssshhhh...! !
the murmur of your love
like a voice in the autumn wind
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I would like to translate this poem
Miss. Anitha, Ur, love to dream is fancy one V. good.