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  3597.     

Sonnet, When Night Comes

When night comes here within day of gleam
And puts its dark brow on to its pleasing grace
Where the shadows of age in nearness seem
And beauty lies hidden in its many ways
When love is forgotten in trances deep
As flowers of lusty are nowhere seen
The heart in its faithful beat cannot keep
For all joyful feelings are gone between
The beauty deep sunken like night in the dark
With its treasures thriftless not in praises
When day of tomorrow comes without spark
Giving not sentiment in beats many laces
Where love has gone old in its lust and eyes
And each of its riches in passions tries
 
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  3598.     

Sonnet, Yesterdays Dreams (From, The Lost Sonnets)

All our yesterdays dreams they come and go,
In all those memories the days shall hold;
And later obligation will be an embargo,
To those affairs our love once controlled.
Like everything that living gives away,
In moods and feelings so many unknown;
Assorted in meaning like a flower bouquet,
These are tomorrows not completely shown.

Remember each way that turned to the blue,
If you want to catch a heart for it's gone;
There is no time later to make an overview,
Why this turned out so and why this was drawn.
Turning ways of love are kindled like a flame
Before one knows, it dies out: a place, a name.
 
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  3599.     

Sonnet...

Clouds going by in the dripping field of night
Flowing to touch the sky of afar deep
The hours of morning coming on so bright
Filling the moments of light waves to keep
Rainbows of colors are not far away
In with the rain that is coming to fall
This love song of dreams that bring on the day
As the echoes of falling raindrops call

You and I feeling this moment flowing
As we together are finding the road
When night to the stars away is soon going
With every sleep slumbering on load
Give me the wings of the sky darkish glow
Just for a moment to touch what you know
 
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  3600.     

Sonnetta, Hstur og heilagur (Sonnet of the highest and holy)

Hstur og heilagur drottinn vor er
harmagrtinn lknar allan heimi
hljum fami' um eilf Gu ig geymi
svo gleymist ei sem burtu fer

lkn hans til lfsins fegurst s finnst mr
lfsins krleikur fram allur streymi
svo leiis ljft dins verld dreymi
au sem dauinn hreif brott af jru hr

svfu angur dapra sem harma' hlji
og hafa' engar langanir til neins meir
ef burt er kallaur vinurinn kri

beru a eim essu litla lji
a lifir hver enn sem r verld deyr
v bnin ein er boskapurinn tri

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Because of the very many requests, we are putting up here about 200 poems in Icelandic not translated at this time, sorry...

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