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Skovbal

Hans Christian Andersen 1805 (Odense) – 1875 (Copenhagen)

Den friske, varme Sommerluft
Beaander Danmarks Sletter,
Nu hvert et Blad er fyldt med Duft,
Vi har de lyse Nætter;
Orangelandets Alfehær
Besøger Nordens Bøgetræer,
Da er her skjønt at være!
 
De vinke os fra Byens Muur,
Og gjerne Hjertet kommer,
Thi skjønnest er dog Guds Natur
Vor korte smukke Sommer;
Brat hvirvler den i Tidens Strøm,
Thi nyde vi den smukke Drøm,
Hos den er godt at være!
 
Her Træerne med Blad ved Blad
Et Telt-Tag for os bygge,
Her Hjertet føler sig saa glad,
Og jubler i sin Lykke,
Det føler ret: vort Liv er smukt,
Det griber Glæden i dens Flugt,
Hos den er godt at være!
 
De lyse Sommernætter døe,
Alt vexler, som vor Lykke!
Vi spredes selv paa Verdens Ø
I Solskin og i Skygge;
Men hver en skyldfri Glæde her
Er ved Erindringen os kjær,
I hvor vi monne være!

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