Day, you are of the peaceable.
A world, pleased and content
With itself, scent-upfloated in.
Song-bold in its ascent.
I'll not breathe it; but to one mind
You so adjust; conform!
It is a love-sunned. Thought-rays
Of which see you not storm!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem