I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light,As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.
A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are lightAs e'en the silver on the cliff it shone;Of dark blue steel its columns azure heightAnd the big altar was one agate stone.It seemed as if the air upheld aloneIts dome, unless supporting spirits bore it,Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne,A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it;In sky-blue mantles,Sat the gold-crowned gods before it.esaias tegnér
Our homeward step was just as light/As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire/And, like an echo far away,/A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
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