Edith Sedergran. (№ 383862)

I don't want to hear sad tales word
Which tells the woods.
There is a sigh of the foliage
And pine whisper again
There are shadows between the trunks of stupid
Running up the trunks across the path.
Hurry to the road!
We will not meet dashing,
Where between the ditches, dodging at random,
The road rises and quietly
Looking at the upside-down sunset.