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! "

When I have been betrayed by trusted friends
And heavy fortune follows on 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! "

Oh, thou wide world, my greatest grief
Is but the shadow of a cloud.
I go in silence to my grave.
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Verner Von Heidenstam
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