CategoryBirger Sjöberg

The first time that I saw you it was a summer’s day one morning when the sun was shining bright, and all the meadow’s flowers, so varied in display, in pairs stood bowing in its warming light. So gentle was the morning breeze, and at the shore but slightly a loving wavelet rippled round a shell the sand held tightly. The first time that I saw you it was a summer’s day the first time that I held...