Emil Aarestrup

(1800-1856)

Det Sidste - Poem by Emil Aarestrup

Hun kunde ikke tale,
Qvalt var den hulde Røst;
Men mine Hænder greb hun
Og trykte til sit Bryst.

Og med ætherisk Glimren,
Vidtaabne, langsomt faldt
Paa mig de brune Øine -
Tilstod mig Alting, Alt!

„Jeg hører kun til Jorden,
Til Himlen hører du -
Døe derfor ikke, Engel,
O døe blot ikke nu!"

Men Øinene stod stille
Med deres store Blik -
Og Dødens dybe Taushed
Var alt det Svar jeg fik.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 28, 2012



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