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Viking
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NIGHT
Silent is the grove, and the lake, which kisses/ the sleepy rose of the shore, is silent./ The evening shimmer, like mild mist/ the temple hill, has faded clean / still, dreamy, still.// Silent stars out of the sea go,/ still the palm crowns stand,/ then down there in the myrtle forest/ the wind just sighed and died/ still, dreamy, still./ // Tired naiad has on a mossy bed/ sunk down by the edge of his urn,/ lulled by the murmur of the spring:/ his bosom rises in the light of the moon/ still, dreaming , still,// while she looks in sweet dream/ solidified, crystal clear, the flow of time/ and all the world from woe and resentment/ fallen asleep on the Allfather's arm/ still, dreaming, still. //