Peter S. Quinn Poems

Í kvöld
er ástin dimm
og draumkennd
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Hér er hjarta mitt nú,
ofur skiljanleg fræði;
enn er löngun mín sú,
að gefa lífsins gæði.
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Ljóðið vindbarið
í vetrarins dimmu slóð
- brakar í laufi
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These moments are now in their last of ray
In this year soon to be gone to the past
Flowers from memories sun shining lost
Each of the old - to the end of its play
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Perfume from old gardens
Like yellow leaves are
Love scents of life
Daydreams and wishing star
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Day is now in its dark ways
From glowing of golden lost
In the winter cold icily rays
That is turning them into rust
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Hope like a blossom glow
Filling its leaves with sunshine
Rooted in earth to grow
And become with life sublime
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These days of dark and deep
In its frosty snowy paced
My love song can not keep
Or beat of feelings lased
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Beyond the whispering easterly
Of furious winter sky
The owls are raving to me
Without reasoning why
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Come with your remarks
For the hours are almost done
With parquetry embarks
That once in shine was on
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