Edith Södergran: The September Lyre
I shine my light over all of the Atlantic…
Unknown worlds, nocturnal lands
wake towards me!
I am the cold dawn.
I am the merciless goddess of the day
in misty grey veils
with the blinking helmet of the early morning.
Light, light my winds run over the seas.
My strong horn hangs at my side, I don’t blow the signal for departure…
Do I wait yet? Has a god dreamt himself away?
The morning rises red out of the ocean.