Adam Oehlenschläger


Maria - Poem by Adam Oehlenschläger

Mild og varm,
Med det søde Barn i Arm,
Ung, uskyldig, huld og skiøn,
Smiler hun til sin elskte Søn,
Lægger ham ved sit fulde Bryst;
Fuglesang er hendes Røst,
Hvid, som Lillien, hendes Haand,
Himmelblaat hendes Klædebon,
Øiet, som Havet, dunkelblaa,
Bølgende Taarer i Øiet staae;
Haaret er Solens Straaleflod,
Kinden Morgenens Rosenblod.
See! hvor i Ætherens Sølverflor,
Sødt hun vugger det spæde Noer.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012


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