Silken shoes
Mon Schjelderup
Silken shoes upon golden lasts!
I've won a maiden fair!
The fairest maiden waits for me!
None is like her; none, on God's bright sunny earth.
Alone she stands.
Not the sky in the south nor the snow
in the north is more pure.
But my heaven is filled with earthly bliss
and flames flare out of my snow.
No red, red rose of summer is redder
than her black eyes deep.