Of wintry gales and of tempestuous seas
dream I
Though
Outside the Sun shines summer heat.
And no wind blows.
Both be: one in the dream, the
Other in the sight and of Experience
Hoard.
And bridge of sighs wooden crooked
That nocturnal sighs and heaves
As does the breast the wooden antiquity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem