Summer in Stockholm
Once more young dawn bestows her kiss
on Stockholm, still asleep on this dark sphere;
so gently she now moves her pastel arms,
rose fingers probe the city everywhere.
Night’s shadows humbly must trace back their steps
and leave the town to sunlight with each hour;
and then the orb casts Stockholm in full light,
upon her populace and ev’ry flower.
This place, enfolded by dark ample green;
Content she lies in the surrounding blue--
her quaint small homes peek through the finest trees
as the lochs and rivers merrily weave through.
There, wedged upon the waves, white sails glide past,
blue-pillowed swells, like clouds, soon drift away;
now sunlight’s fingers reach into the deep--
to welcome Stockholm’s seas to a fine day.