Elegy: (For T. J., Killed May 10, 1940, at Hemnesberget)

REST now, rest: here’s an end
To all your pain.
Rest, while we others spend
Our lives in vain.
Here in this spruce’s shade
Where snow lies yet,
Alone now but unafraid
Rest, and forget.
About you the forest grows
Careless of you.
There’s nothing here that knows
The ill men do.
Above, the white mountains rise
Past the dark hills:
There no man lives, nor dies,
There no man kills.
Rest in this solitude,
Rest, you who can.
No more do you intrude
As that fool, man.