Drinking your coffee
And sipping your beer
Alone and palely loitering, 
Sleeping on the Heath
Near Beauty-Truth's dream, 
Going nowhere
But, alas, no where to go, 
I go up to the Public Baths at noon
And come down to eye your women.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    