What evidence there lived a muse of fire?
None, save these lines of burning tears
Which once they to the open air transpire
Will leave no sign that she on Earth was here.
What evidence reflected in her eye
Of that blithe spirit that within her shone?
None, but the darken'd cloud upon a closing sky
That doth obscure from sight the golden sun.
What evidence that love was on her mind
Which her sweet heart had dared to entertain?
None, as when the twilight sky doth find
No lonely clouds whose tears once fell as rain.
Yet though cold night devours each ending day,
The rising dawn doth chase the dark away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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