Johannes V. Jensen - time for this poem!

Solstice song

Our sun has now grown cold,

we are in winter’s hold

the days are waning.

        Now, past the deepest night,

        our hope burns bright –

        yes, hope burns bright,

        for now the sun will right,

now light will soon return, the days again are gaining.

The lovely fir tree green

betokens summer’s screen

of woods imposing.

        In Christmas candlelight

        like star-hosts bright,

        yes, star-hosts bright,

        sun’s wonder is in sight

and all the yellow flower-suns that now are dozing.

The fir-tree’s charry scent

gives air to summers spent

and each newcomer.

        Cool Danish years all swing,

        dance in a ring,

        yes, in a ring

        round an eternal spring.

Let all souls also sing of Denmark’s lovely summer!