Song and moonlight, both of silver,
Echo as the sunset quits
This avenue of aspen trees,
Which gently shake their tremulous leaves,
And a nightingale begins to call
And the shy moon, emerging from the clouds,
Sends a cool rejoinder.
It is a courtship to remember
As we link hands and link the music
To the mirroring colour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding poem! great job!
Thank s Bill. Just wrote it tonight!