Edith Södergran

The Moon's Secret

The moon knows... that blood will be shed here tonight.
On tracks of copper over the lake a certainty goes forth:
corpses shall lie amidst the alders on a wonderfully beautiful shore.
The moon shall cast its most beautiful light on the strange shore.
The wind shall pass like a wakening bugle call between the pines:
How beautiful is the earth in this lonely hour.