With half averted face she stood
And answered to his questioning eyes,
''Tis nothing. It is but my mood;
'Tis not the day for sweet replies.
'Perchance tomorrow' —Ah, who knows
What fate may with tomorrow come?
For aye some questioning eyes may close,
Some lips may be forever dumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem