I walked among renowned men
In lands near and far
Nor Dele! Did I know till then
What love I had for you.
It’s more than that shapeless dream!
Nor will I quit your shore
A first time; for still I seem
To love you more and more.
Yours is the last green field
My touchy eyes surveyed
I feel among your mountains
The joy of my desire.
And I can listen to you yet;
Can lie upon your plain
And listen till we do beget
That golden time again.
A virtuous woman, nobly planned
Good to teach, comfort and command
You are yet a spirit, still bright
Always with me with something of an angel-light.
Happy Birthday this January day!
This beautiful day with gleaming light
If there be stars paraded in the skies
Yours should be the leading one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem