The brimful Night - the jocund moon
The fecund ground thronged with poplars
Out of the nights that men have known—
Where have they seen skies full of stars?
The tranquil clime, fair weather's peace
Nature's rich gift, without a spite,
Could we still find such gentle ease
But in the verdure - Amarantha?
Gleams O! So bright its nascent light
Our blighted hearts should find release.
Ah, Life! Your flowers & your fairest songs
Bestows us all with joy among
The gentle stars of Amarantha,
The dreams where we reach out so far
For Beauty's sake, sweet Amaranth
Becomes her true immortal epitaph;
The hidden splendors to us belong.
The joyous stars of yours, Amarantha
The only star above that shimmers now
Not in our sorrow's, ever-darkening skies
But in the shadow of your gleaming eyes.
O! sweet-sounding, scarlet-enrobed Amarantha
Whose beauty is never to cease
And nothing that could ever mar
The truth of love shall not decrease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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