Lucky sigh, I am evening shine.
Dare thieves sing thanks?
Too alone at times.
Thoughts swiften over the sea:
Again to Greece.
Not first, one feeling man stands: lucky, earnest.
In late Autumn, his living all the life
in swathes, waves.
And his thoughts swiften
Again to Greece,
- Copyright Kay Winter
Note: This is a deliberate “mistranslation” of a poem written in German by Seamus Kennan.