How Long the Night
How Long the Night
anonymous Old English Lyric, circa early 13th century AD
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
It is pleasant, indeed, while the summer lasts
with the mild pheasants' song ...
but now I feel the northern wind's blast—
its severe weather strong.
Alas! Alas! This night seems so long!
And I, because of my momentous wrong,
now grieve, mourn and fast.
Originally published by Measure
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2019
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