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Längtan heter min arvedel (1910)

Längtan heter min arvedel

Längtan heter min arvedel,
slottet i saknadens dalar.
Sakta ett underligt strängaspel
tonar igenom dess salar.
Säg, vadan kväller du, klagande ström,
djupt ur de skumma gemaken,
du som mig sjunger om dagen i dröm,
sjunger om natten mig vaken?
Vem är den själ som i suck och i ton
andas från hemliga strängar,
ljuvligt som doften från humlornas bon
flyter på gulnande ängar?
Somrarna blekna och solar gå ner,
timmarna varda mig tunga,
rosorna dofta i vissna kvarter,
minnena viska och sjunga.
Klinga, du klagande strängaspel,
sällskap i drömmande salar!
Längan heter min arvedel,
slottet i saknadens dalar.

Longing is my inheritance

Longing is my inheritance,

A castle in the valleys of loss.
Softly a strange lyre playing
Resounds through its halls.
Tell me why you well up, lamenting stream,
Deep from the gloomy state-rooms
You who sing me into dreams by day,
At night sing me awake?
Whose is the soul that breathes, in sighs and notes,
From those secretive strings,
Lovely as the scent from the bumblebees’ nests
Floating over yellowing fields?
Summers pale and suns set,
The hours become heavy for me,
The roses are fragrant in their withered beds,
Memories whisper and sing.

Resound, you lyre playing,
My companion in dreaming halls!
Longing is my inheritance,
a castle in the valleys of loss.

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Olof Wilhelm Peterson-Berger was a Swedish composer and music critic.

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