Up  above   the  rising  greens
Happy  blues  so free  they   sail
Rise  from  snowy  peaks  so  frail
Know  not where  to  the land of  dreams.
Behind  the  moonlit  water  screen
Spread  from heaven to  earth  so  green
Ghostly  trees  they  dance  and  scream
Like  a  shadow  dance  on the  silver  screen.
The  night  air  icy  chill  so  fresh
Smell  of  the  damp dust  and  rush
Cry  of a nocturnal  owl  from somewhere
Weird  little shapes  sprout  from  nowhere.                
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I would like to translate this poem
Feeling as if I am reading a poem in Wordsworth's style..Keep writing Sir..
Thanks ... I love wordsworth, Dickens , Skakespeare etc. Thanks again for your comment.