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And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end
Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. Always a pleasure to read.