Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
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Han drager paa nye & farlig F|rd
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Hans eeneste Sorrig v|re at han intet fandt
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Som vaer een Taare v|rdt
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Til han Medynk saae
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I hendes eine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
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Der al Gl|de snart vaer endt
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Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
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Det brustne Blik flacker
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Hun ki|ndte Haabet brast
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Han viiger for bendes Blik
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Med een smertelig Mystik
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Fylder hende mod Hi|rtenski|r
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Med hendes Ild ligger sort & ded
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Ondskab qvalte hver een Gled
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Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
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Men dend ha'r skabt een m|cktig Brand
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Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab
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Nyfedt b|res Maanen Frem
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Ofver det Sind som her bleff refved
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Aff dend mercke,
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Magi paa hende efved
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Med r|dde Skrit. mod ham -
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Dybt berert:
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"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
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som b|rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
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Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
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Du n|ring for min Si|l, som der;
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Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fer
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Ieg viiser Ki|ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst
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For at n|re fer ieg bleff din Fangst"
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On he hunts with sorrow none
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For what hath passed is gone
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His sole regret the absence
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Of desires worthie his teares
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Until he saw pitie in her eyne
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Where all the light did shine
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And soone all joie should die
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Her glazed eyne did wander
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A mayden pure in grandeur
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Left alone & lost
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From her eyne he retreats
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Clad in mournfulle Mysterie
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He takes her heart in his
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But dark & dead is her light
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Evil took her fire's breath
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Her embers were by him devour'd
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And inside of him a fire buildes
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Of Hate & Love & Hope so sad
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The Moone comes forth
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Born anew above her Soule -
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Stolen here by the dark,
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Binding Magick of olde
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Frighten'd she nears him,
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And speakes:
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Thou, messenger of the Devil,
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Who brings fear into lovers' hearts,
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Thou, elixir to the hatred of men
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And air to my Soule, now dying;
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Leave me not, O shadow,
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Before I give myself away
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To these long denied desires,
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Thy gift to my dying heart
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Wolf & Passion
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| Ulver |
