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MANNINEN, Otto

Swan Song

On the sea of dreams,
ahead a misty shore.
The waves them bore
like snow its gleams.

Away, away past the seas,
burning it calls.
Yet only that who falls
gets the melodies.

What tinkle as though
stole over the waving
sea? A weary wing,
only a nothing long-gone.

Translation: Viivi Parma