What the dawning brings out
With fogs, brushed aside
Strikes nobly calm, in heights,
In those gold-browed hilled mights
King's majestic look.
I see the old world then
Clear through the mystique
Close to its first good. Shows
What of its promise glows
Holy crowned uptook.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful and heartwarming piece.....10+++