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