Day is fairest as it wanes. All the love that heaven contains lies collected in a darkling glow spread out over earth, our home below.
All is tenderness and gentle hands. God himself erases distant strands All is nearby, all is far away. All is given to us for a day.
All is mine, all will be taken from me Soon enough all will be taken from me: trees and clouds, the very ground I pace. I shall wander off without a trace.
–after Pär Lagerkvist