And I shall be that willful child,
who does not wish the end of day.
Who willful lingers in the twilight,
and pleads one minute more to stay.
And I shall be that willful child,
who, when at last is called away,
will turn briefly at the threshold,
one willful minute more to stay;
in hopes to see the stars come out,
or watch the fireflies play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem