on the left there appeared a river cloudyblue
A smoky bank half-visible peeped somehow.
Slowly darkness swallowed them.
Ah! on the left there's light, bright with crimson glow.
There horizon stood still in saffron cloak.
There I saw the endless line of deep green trees.
We were above the clouds!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
High speculation. Excellent collocation. Thanks a lot.