Ah! would the Clock of the Time
Stop
And frozen
Fix itself
In the hours of the night
Sweet
Cathedral strikes the sound
Every quarter
Every hour
Romantic night!
Sweet and distant
The sweet songs
Of the love-mad nightingales
And
Quite near
Rustling heard
Of the sea-waves in the
Port
And
The whispering of stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem