There it is; God's? Hand-swirls' mastery.
With each movement, bright-misted, see!
That scenic, and always sublime
Bringing into view, painterly.
Incomparable, this last depiction
Awe's for Beauty's revelation;
With what you'd think, til Heaven's own
Could not, but is improved on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem