When a mounting skylark sings
In the sunlit summer morn,
I know that heaven is up on high,
And on earth are fields of corn.
But when a nightingale sings
In the moonlit summer even,
I know not if earth is merely earth,
Only that heaven is heaven.
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I would like to translate this poem
when a nightingale sings In the moonlit summer even, I know not if earth is merely earth, Only that heaven is heaven. Earth is merely earth.. tony