اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Broad gold, the evening heavens glow
The April air is cool and tender
You should have come ten years ago
And yet in welcome I surrender
Come here, sit closer to me and look
With eyes that twinkle, mouth that purses
Into my little blue-bound book
That holds my awkward childish verses
Forgive me that I long forsook
Joy's sunny paths, nor glanced toward any
Forgive me those whom I mistook
For you, alas, they were too many
