Orpheus sings, but hoarsely sings
To-night.
See, see how the tall thin fir trembles
Trembles to-night.
See how the north star vibrates
Humming to-night.
Then Neptune churns his waves
Green-dark to-night.
Then the cathedral clock-tower
Strikes to-night
Hour after hour go, and reverse
Not, to-night
The tall cathedral thin in the shroud’s eye:
To-night
Then the whole night dances wearily
Around to-night
And the moon turns around in trances
All to-night
North, cold, and windy houses bleak
To-night
Centuries that rise as ghosts and shrouds
Lament to-night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem