Like some tale, a vague time set in.
A myth, passed down to us.
And more irrationally believed!
Of its spell more deceived!
Love; with noble chivalrous aims.
'Yet how many', you say
'Have stepped, as twere, from out its fog;
Through each a dream come true? '
Whilst through that eyed debt's residue
Soft holds my attention:
'And been lifted up, heart and soul!
Rode, worry-freed, away! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem