Laughed we all as we leapt it.
Contemptuous of, as twere
Whose epithet given: 'River'.
Well; it's trickly ran-off bit!
As much the boy with anything
That got in his scampish ways.
As what prohibitive waylays
For Fear itself; hill-sliding!
This the most deviant of all.
To whose so altered viewpoint
Mature-aged, now won't disappoint
O'ermothers him sensible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem