When I upon the stars gaze and stare
And wish that had I the deft lore
Of wise astronomers and more
That might I all their book unlock and read.
Vain wish! Poor self! Presumptuous self!
I look at stars and vainly covet their lore.
Yet only if I knew how to unlock
At least one time the heart of the night stars
Then would I take my chance, ask my desire
That I might know whether ‘tis writ that you
My black queen of the south will stay or go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem