Such pretty little dancing things -
How you flutter! Your spritely way
Around a ray-climbing garden
You must know! My springing day?
Lost in a shower of pollen!
A crafty mystic's vision spans
Our world and their's. From glades beyond
Grey matter of earth's shadowing
Nymph, fairy, wheedling to respond:
One's niece and friends; who are'nt slowing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem