(Another Day)
There she is alone, in loneliness enthroned,
Perhaps she care to be thus, or in duty drown.
He walked in, saw her in a slightest opportuntiy,
If he act not, he'll ruin his love's commodity.
Charry:
Here is an helm to be pulled at once,
Before it's plucked by the owner, and words denounced.
I'll hence to her to hear a say,
Else my emotion is lead astray.
*Then he walked up to and said to her,
In formal spirit, like the moon to the star: *
Dearest of all, I hail thee:
Cherub-eyed, in whom beauty live.
Hope i'm not an odd in your even.
Please stay me still, If even.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem