Into the foreign land
I knew not
Where to find
The gardens
In its womb
Should I not
Remember
Could I but wish
What it looked like
In that point of the summer
Jotted with a brush
Patting fields of flowers
Distant from the houses
The dreams
That I harbored
Since that childhood day
When I saw the land
Friesland
When I felt the skin
Of the bruised earth
Growing under my feet
Timelessly
Regaling me
With showers of weak light
When will I see the land?
Will I be able to take pleasure in you?
Answer my call!
The land never forsaken
All at my bequest
One whole country for a child
When will I see you again?
When, Netherland?
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