Accept my love. Your own God's!
Tis light, irrepressible.
For its daily image, undistorted
Behold, sun's; approachable
To all! Of night-worlds ye are.
Grievous sunk plight. To rise
As birds upon a stretched raying
Mercy-handed, rhapsodize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem