Evenlight

Here at the window in the evenlight I lean my ears to summon once again The sound of memory in its sweet refrain, [...]

The doings of Grendel, In far-off fatherland I fully did know of: Sea-farers tell us, this hall-building standeth, Excellent edifice, empty and useless To all the earlmen after evenlight's glimmer 'Neath heaven's bright hues [...]

When a little child lies in your arms at night, What do you care for care; When her little lips sing in the evenlight, And her little arms clasp you there?

Search further and the past presents you still New Ninas, new Alcamas, time's mid-night Concluding, — better say its evenlight Of yesterday.