O hvor hvert Fjed dog er gammeltungt, Naar Vejen skal trædes tilbage; Trittet var let, saa tyveaarsungt, Da det gik mod de dejlige Dage....
I could not sleep for longing, a flower-wind wafted towards me, streaming in through my window...
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