Treasure Island

Hans Christian Andersen

(2 April 1805 – 4 August 1875 / Odense)

Aftendæmring


See, Aftnen er saa stille, og Himlen er saa blaae!
Nu sove alle Blomster og alle Fugle smaae;
De nikke og de drømme, forstyr ei deres Lyst!
En Verden der jo bygger, selv i det mindste Bryst.
I Drømme svinger Lærken sig i den friske Luft,
Og hvad hvert Blomster føler, det aander ud i Duft.
Den hele, vide Verden med sine Verdner smaae,
Og alle Himlens Himle, jo i mit Hjerte staae;
Jeg føler Øiet græde, og svimler dog af Lyst;
Jeg kunde salig trykke hver Skabning til mit Bryst!
See, alle Stjerner blinke — og Aftnen smelter bort;
— Lad Stormene kun stige og klæde Natten sort,
Sov sødt og drøm, I Fugle! — drøm kun I Blomster smaae!
I Hjertet er der stille, og der er Himlen blaae!

Submitted: Monday, July 02, 2012

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