Longing
Halfdan Kjerulf
Quick darts the eagle through the skies
Yet not swift as my longing flies
Speed on time! do not languish!
From evening gray, to the ruddy morn
With mortal pangs I'm ever torn.
Never allayed is my anguish.
Where billows thunder and dashin might
Where tombs are yawning in gloomy night
Where valleys wind and mountains tower,
O'er all resistless reigns the power of longing.
Heart, oh my heart thy throbbing stay
Whither, fancy, thy rapid way
Dreams but charm thee to vanish.
Her loftiest flight, well fortune knows,
But heralds grief and untold woes
Love only sorrow can banish.
The greater the bliss, the deeper the pain
As lofty hill as lowland plain.
As day and night, as ebb and flow
Within me burns the joy, the woe of longing