How I wonder what you are
Flying round the globe is tour hobby
And perching in the hearts of men
With sorrows in your hand
Even as you deliver
Agonies and emotional pain
Through every space of time
Oh! This wingless death
I weep! I weep! ! I weep! ! !
I weep for your continuous chain
I weep to see you take away our joy
I weep to see you again and again
Wingless death
Where is your gain?
What have you to show for the pain
And the holes you keep digging
This wingless death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem