Dirge [adagio] 

At the laughing hour of spring 

Mirth is heard in every sing 

In the laughing hours of day 

Joy comes swift without delay 

Then the erstwhile twinge arrives

Next suspicion far and wide 

Yet deep belly laugh persuades 

All have their faith in dance of day 

As years pass fond hopes subside

Blissless nights become a bride

And all feeling disarray 

Becomes life's wilting sad bouquet. 

We fearless saw all rising tide 

And stayed enthralled every time

And fought each fight with victory

Inscribed upon the mantlepiece 

Where fire embraced the conquered earth

As warm flame became home of hearth

Where proud poem spoke Invictus seems

To float above the fray of dreams 

Of building new song's fresh success

Where willful thought conjoins best

beneath the cry of sky blest by 

dark of browbeat clouds

When freelike whimsy cried aloud. 

til trophy brass grew grimy dim

As light itself was shadow thin 

And weary strode in stride the horse

With ragged bones on every course 

through pinepitch trees of forest bleak

without a trail with none to speak Of happy

times when thoughts bled brave Condemned not even note of grave.

{YngveSköld, Symphony#2, 3rdmovement(adagioconsimplicita), op. 36, [1937]~ https://youtu.be/gPlFunhbbCM 

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