Let me again, not just breathe
But this air to feel.
Deeper; its warm quality
Of hospitality.
Summer-rustic; summer-rich.
What can not too far
Lure, if unfamiliar away
Forth any byway.
Down from off what, as gentle
Each side, greenly rolls
Now through its noon's bee-droned place
Each drowsed sight embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem