WhenN Burbadge played, the stage was bare
Of fount and temple, tower and stair;
Two backswords eked a battle out;
Two supers made a rabble rout;
The throne of Denmark was a chair!
And yet, no less, the audience there
Thrilled, through all changes of Despair,
Hope, Anger, Fear, Delight, and Doubt
When Burbadge played!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem