Uno von Schrowe(1853-1886)
Peacefully silent the spirit of wind
breathes, quiet the grove chuckles,
the still skin of the pond rests,
sleeps the loon, sleeps too the butterfly.
Silently gurgling sings too the brook,
spring a psalm to it births,
the redwing alone a friend
calls; from far is heard its sound too.
In the north a glimmering belt
turns to curve along the horizon,
hardly allows the day to close.
Oh if always would be a summer night!
Only a moment it lasts - and soon
the dawn of morn in the northeast shines.
(Sonetti, from Sanna Jaatinen(ed.): Runoja luonnosta, 1989, page 38.)
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