Night like
To a butterfly
It open wings
Then closes
Them.
Ah! Beauty thrives
In quarters
Such
Though dark
In the old fort
With ghosts
With shrouds
And
Ancient knights!
Ah! fairy waters
And
Lust of night
Between the towns
The waters glide
To-night!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem