نظمیں

Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

সূর্য উঠেছে সকালে

A dança da noite

The world has not gained its colour yet

দিনগুলো কত যে দিন

Lucia Pirozzi