Hans Christian Andersen

(2 April 1805 – 4 August 1875 / Odense)

A. Böttger


Du førte os til Byrons Guld,
Der kom en Glands fra Steenkuls-Øen,
Og af hvad selv din Sjæl er fuld,
Vi fik et Skjær i Øie-Søen,
Lad Hjertet være Skjaldens Fyr,
Flyv over hver en Sky og Skygge,
See Livet, som et Eventyr
Der kun opruller Lykke.

Submitted: Monday, July 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 02, 2012

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