Sweden's Laureate: Selected Poems of Verner von Heidenstam/The Heaviest Road
THE HEAVIEST ROAD.
Hard do you press on me, dark hand,And heavily you rest upon my head.I vowed that unlamenting I would stand;Boldly set garlands on my hair instead.The sorrow of the old is otherThan bird-song grief in springtime's glow.Around me chilling shadows gather.The heaviest road is still to go.