Nocturne

Edith Södergran: Poems

Silvery moonlit night,

the blueing night ripples,

glistening ripples without number

follow each after the other.

Shadows fall on the road,

the bushes on the beach cry quietly,

black giants guard the silver of the beach.

The deep stillness in the midst of summer,

sleep and dream –

the moon slides over the sea,

white and tender.