Then looked she to heaven while on green earth she trod,
And wakened once more to her faith and her God.
Gudmund.
Signë, my fairest of flowers!
Signë.
It seems
That I, too, have lived in a world of dreams.
But the strange deep words you to-night have spoken,
Of the power of love, have my slumber broken.
The heavens seemed never so blue to me,