اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A darkling violet, fringed anew
With light that on the mountains soar
A dusky flame on tranquil shores
Kindling the summits as they grow
In audience to the skies that call
Ineffable in rest and all
The hills slipped over each on each
Till all their changing shadows died
