Sweden's Laureate: Selected Poems of Verner von Heidenstam/My Life
MY LIFE.
Glide on, my life! I love thee not so much
That I would set thine hours with busy care
In a shop-window for a common show.
I never say: "Come, press the master hand
That lures to birth such wondrous lovely flowers!"
That I would set thine hours with busy care
In a shop-window for a common show.
I never say: "Come, press the master hand
That lures to birth such wondrous lovely flowers!"
When I have been betrayed by trusted friends
And heavy fortune follows in my path,
I do not bear with me a silver cup
Of tears and say to him who passes by:
"Oh, lay thine arm about my neck and weep,
And pity me, and let us both lament!"
And heavy fortune follows in my path,
I do not bear with me a silver cup
Of tears and say to him who passes by:
"Oh, lay thine arm about my neck and weep,
And pity me, and let us both lament!"
O thou wide world, my greatest grief
Is but the shadow of a cloud.
I go in silence to my grave.
Is but the shadow of a cloud.
I go in silence to my grave.