Each day to wed life new again:
From morning star to fervent moon,
First breath of the waking eyes-
And cast off silver shoes.
Walk all day in bright sunlight,
Then pull close the darkening day;
And cast the things of light aside,
To trod the silvered way.
We're half in light and half in dark;
Half god, and demon, half, at night,
Half angel, half mankind- half seen;
And only half known, what we've been..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so good it bifurcated me....lol