European Elegies/Summer/Her picture
78.HER PICTURE
O sweet familiar cheeksAnd dear blue smiling eyes,Face where each feature speaksOf love 'neath happier skies,
Can you not change to fleshBy some mad, magic chance,And put in words afreshThe message of that glance?
Ah, can you never tellGlad things she used to say?—Alas, I hear too wellDead words of yesterday!
From the Norwegian of Theodor Kjerulf.