Blandt Myrther sad den evig unge Gud
Ved Siden af den himmelsk skjønne Pige,
Da kalded Aphrodites Bud
Ham atter hjem til Guders Rige;
Men Pigen bad, saa taarefuld, saa skjøn:
„Giv dine Vinger hid, Cytheres Søn!"

„Nei dem jeg fik af Skjæbnens Haand,
For ei at dvæle blandt de Dødelige;
Men jeg bevinge vil din Aand,
Og du kan did med mig opstige."
Og Støvet faldt, og Pigen, reen og skjøn,
Bevinget flygted med Cytheres Søn.

Troløse Elskov! sukked jeg,
Da du opløftede din lette Vinge.
Jeg Daare! o! jeg vidste ei,
Hvorhen du vilde dig bortsvinge;
Fra Jorden til din Himmel fløi du hen,
Der Sjælen skal opsøge dig igjen.


About Bernhard Severin Ingemann


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Poet of the day

Arthur Clement Hilton was born in 1851 and educated at Marlborough College and St. John's College, Cambridge, where he published in 1872 The Light Green, a collection of verse parodies.

After graduating from Wells Theological College in January 1873, Hilton was ordained deacon on March 1, 1874, became curate of...
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Poem of the day


There was the day we swam in a river, a lake, and an ocean.
And the day I quit the job my father got me.
And the day I stood outside a door,
and listened to my girlfriend making love
to someone obviously not me, inside,

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