Bright, pleasant day coming, or no?
'Gaze in my eyes
Not, heart-sinking, up to the skies.
And then you'll know! '
Oh! That sunned for its own forecast.
Love's strolled! Love's sat!
Whatever else is meant to splat!
Blustering past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem