Sophus Niels Christen Claussen


Quod Felix - Poem by Sophus Niels Christen Claussen

Af Savn og Fryd, som brænder i mit eget Blod,
med svale Hænder plukker jeg en Blomstergren,
for Eders Sjælenød en overdaadig Duft,
sød for den rene, ren for den vellystige.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 11, 2012


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