Treasure Island

Viggo Stuckenberg


Aprilgrøde


Jeg saa det, hvor jeg mig vendte,
det solfødte Foraar lyse,
tidlige Sommerfugle
gynged Violernes Kyse;

op over græsgrønne Skrænter
Følfodens Blomsterguld glimred,
som hvide Gnister de første
Fluer i Solskinnet flimred,

Blæsten var lun af Solen,
og alle Grøfter stod fulde,
der var ikke levende Plante,
som ikke stod grøn over Mulde,

der var ikke kuldeskræmt Armod,
som ikke glemte at græde,
der var ikke vintersyg Vaande,
som ikke løstes i Glæde.

Submitted: Monday, June 25, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 25, 2012

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