WRETCHED

Kaarlo Kramsu(1855-1895)

So black, so gloomy the autumn night be;

But gloomier yet is my life's way;

Even in night can twinkle a star still;

But no stars on my life's path.

The hope of the night stars bright are:

They point to light and the sun.

But hopes don't with my life follow:

I always have spent a starless night.

Oh, in night, Creator, one star create

And it shine to my mind wretched let.

It I would in joy follow on my life's road

and dying would still be looking at it.

(Onneton, from Runoelmia, 1887.)