Jens Baggesen


Paa Spidsen af St. Gottard - Poem by Jens Baggesen

Støvet tav; og det sidste, det svageste Lisplen af Bækken
Tabte sig under min Fod.
Skabningen lytted til Skaberens Gang; med tilbedende Taushed
Rullede Kloden i zittrende Hvirvel
Under hans Fod.

„Hellig! hellig! I Stjerner! o bæver det med mig! men tier,
Tier det evige Navn!
Stammer det ikke! thi nær er den Helliges festlige Rædsel.
Hellig! o hellig! uendelig! evig!
Hellig! —"

Ordet døde; men Aanden igienfødt levende svang sig,
Løst af Begrebernes Baand,
Nærmere Gud i den voxende Glands. Den Eviges Almagt
Favned i Glandsens omhyllende Straaler
Ordenes Siel.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 5, 2012


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