Classic Poem

Stifled Music

BUNDNA TONER

The fairest that we would offer,
The deepest we would express,
We never in sounds may proffer,
May never in words confess.

Too fleeting is this for any
To capture in books or strings,
Too high to attract the many,
This treasure of nameless things.

But deep in our soul 't is burning,
It dwells there our whole life long
With dumb and impotent yearning
To be a poem, a song.EnglishHjalmar S├Âderberg