O littel bird! know'st thou the way
Which is unknown to me?
How swift thou flewest at break of day,
With heart all full of glee!
Around thy neck my message tied,
Full of my longing mind;
Thy speed the sailor has outvied,
Thou waitest for no wind.
No sweet reply can I get now;
No word to ease my pain;
I know not when, I know not how,
Or if we meet again.
O might that be, what gladness then!
I'd sing, sweet bird, like thee;
O come and tell me of the when
That happy time shall be.
Theodor Kjerulf (1825 – 1888) Norway
Translator not stated
Source: All Poetry
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