European Elegies/Summer/Her picture
78.HER PICTURE
O sweet familiar cheeks
And dear blue smiling eyes,
Face where each feature speaks
Of love 'neath happier skies,
And dear blue smiling eyes,
Face where each feature speaks
Of love 'neath happier skies,
Can you not change to flesh
By some mad, magic chance,
And put in words afresh
The message of that glance?
By some mad, magic chance,
And put in words afresh
The message of that glance?
Ah, can you never tell
Glad things she used to say?—
Alas, I hear too well
Dead words of yesterday!
Glad things she used to say?—
Alas, I hear too well
Dead words of yesterday!
From the Norwegian of Theodor Kjerulf.