The melody of love rings sweet and true:
in beats of eight we count the music out.
in beats of eight we count the music out.
to my waters in winter
the glinting flow of autumn’s tea-dark deep
has given way to winter’s snowy white:
beneath the ice the waters softly sleep
has given way to winter’s snowy white:
beneath the ice the waters softly sleep
to my city at midsummer
the sweet hot air of summer softly sighs
and gentles with the evening’s fading light;
the city stretches out beneath the skies
and gentles with the evening’s fading light;
the city stretches out beneath the skies
Sonnet for Eivin
I loved thee in another kind of life
that time had seemed to scatter and erase:
the pain, the joys, the sorrows, and the strife
that time had seemed to scatter and erase:
the pain, the joys, the sorrows, and the strife