Edith Södergran: The Land Which Is Not
A moment’s whim
stole my future
built on utter chance and accidents.
Much more beautiful I shall build it
as I thought it from the beginning.
I shall build it on the firm ground
which is called my will.
I shall rise it on the tall columns
which are called my ideals.
I shall build it with a secret passage
called my soul.
I shall build it with a high tower