A Sigh by Bjřrnstjerne Martinius Bjřrnson

Evening sunshine never


    Solace to my window bears,


    Morning sunshine elsewhere fares; -


     Here are shadows ever.




     Sunshine freely falling,


    Wilt thou not my chamber find?


    Here some rays would reach a mind,


     'Mid the dark appalling.




     Morning sunshine's gladness,


    Oh, thou art my childhood bright;


    While
thou
playest pure and white,


    
I
would weep in sadness.




     Evening sunshine's whiling,


    Oh, thou art the wise man's rest; -


    Farther on! Then from the west


     Greet my window smiling!




     Morning sunshine's singing,


    Oh, thou art the fantasy


    That the sun-glad world lifts free,


     Past my powers' winging.




     Evening sunshine's quiet,


    Thou art more than wisdom's rest,


    Christian faith glows in thee blest:


     Calm my soul's wild riot!

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