Poem from Fridolin's Garden and Valley Paintings in rhyme from 1901.
Longing is my heritage,
the castle in the valleys of the missing.
Slowly a strange string game
fades through its halls.
Tell me, what night are you, wailing stream,
deep from the shadowy secrets,
you like me singing about the day in a dream,
singing in the night me awake?
Who is the soul that in sigh and in tone
breathing from secret strings,
sweet as the scent of the bumblebee's nest
floating on yellowing meadows?
Summers fade and suns set,
the hours were heavy for me,
the roses smell in withered quarters,
the memories whisper and sing.
Klinga, you plaintive string player,
company in the halls of dreams!
Longing is my heritage,
the castle in the valleys of the missing.
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