Summer Evening
Albert Edelfelt
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,
Till past, and then the cricket sings more strong,
And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear
The short night weary with their fretting song.
Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,
Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank
The yellowhammer flutters in short fears
From off its nest hid in the grasses rank,
And drops again when no more noise it hears.
Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,
Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
Fint!
SvaraRaderaYellowhammer blev jag tvungen att slå upp. Konstigt ord för gulsparv!
Godmorgon Karin,
SvaraRaderaJa, jag gillar Clares lyrik.
Ett namn man inte glömmer, någonstans har jag läst att det är en felöversättning av tyskans ord för sparv - ammer (tror jag).
Margaretha