It is morning again,
But night was a gain!
For, then I had a hope
That morning had a scope
But, now ti's morning,
Nothing I've for hoping,
Darkness! ! ! will it be so soon -
There mayn't be even a moon.
I love the night,
Hoping a day-light.
But, the day, I hate,
For it takes us to night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but without a morn hw can night pursue?