Dawn

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.