(Kennet's translation of Anders Österlings poem from 1933)

ALE'S STONES

Where the coast steeps between sea and heaven
Ale has built a huge ship of stones,
beautiful in it’s place, when the waving bright corn,
with the dark stillness of the rocks, unite.
A story laid in mystery,
at the whirl of the Baltic Sea,
which alone knows what the monument means.

In a strict order these grey stoneblocks
stand guard since the stoneage, and people say,
the hill is haunted – that it moans and cries,… Continue