Adrift, in a mist, an opaline maze
By the seventh ash tree in a haze
Both of them, beyond a range I see
My true love beholds me in a daze
A esmo, numa nevoa e um labrinto lucido
Numa cerracao, perto de freixo setimo
Ambos eles, fora de aparencia, Eu vejo
Minha querida, me observa num pasmado
Mishka Allport
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seventh-ash-tree/
