Blue waves that wash a curved beach
    Of sand, like drifted snow; 
Song-waves, that sing in silvery speech, 
    A music soft and low.
A cloudless sun in heaven’s blue sweep; 
    Great stars, how near that seem! 
The night an hour of sea-lulled sleep, 
    The day a rosy dream.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    