Vi Dýr Ennui

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Poem collection

In western lands beneath the Sun
In spring, flowers rise,
The trees bud, waters run,
And the merry little birds sing.

There it is cloudless night
And shuddering beeches hold
The starry host, the white jewels,
On their branching hair.

Here at my path's end I am lingering
In deep darkness buried.
Beyond towers strong and high
Beyond all mountains steep

Above all shadows rides the Sun
And stars always dwell.
I will not say 'The day is done'
Or to the stars 'farewell'.