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Normann Adelsteen, A Cloudy Day On A Fjord
Under a low and sullen sky,
Frowned on by lone winds that moan by
And palely sick for light from high
Till the landscape's soul doth sigh forever,
Forever sigh,
A black and calmness-haunted river,
That doth a town from itself sever,
Runs with an inner fear and shiver
Like a dim fate forever nigh,
Nigher forever.
Ay, through that landscape lapsed from dream
Into a horrid truth doth gleam
That self-absorded, self-empty stream
That bears a dream of dream's emotion
To emotion's dream -
Runs from a land whence is no notion
Towards a possible far ocean;
And they, whose eyes anguished sans motion
Bath in it, emotion's dream
For dream's emotion.
in «English Poems I»,
«V - Fever-Garden» by Fernando Pessoa,
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