E-arly Thursday February first,
D-awn has just broken;
D-ark clouds have vanished
I-nto thin air neath the heaven.
E-ventide has come again,
L-eaving the bright noontime;
Y-es, the black shadows fall,
N-ight stars are so sublime.
F-rom dusk till morning,
A-fter the moon is through;
C-herish the sweet slumber,
U-ntil the day is
N-ew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem