Short Poems

Your eyes enrapture, and colors pour,
Alas, your love’s arrows score.
Too soon you gave up on the lovers,
Alas, your heart has rocks in store.

Beauty of the rose you eclipse,
Every bud quietly away slips.
How can the rose compete with you?
Rose shines in moonlight, moon in your grips.

When there is wine, no need to cry;
Army of sorrows, no need to defy.
Your lips are green, bring forth the wine.
Drinking at the green, everyone must try.

My life has only brought me sorrow;
Love’s good and bad only taught me sorrow.
My constant companion is only pain,
My lover has only bought me sorrow.

I spent my life chasing my wishes
What benefits fate furnishes?
Whomever to I said I loved you,
Turned to my foe, why my luck ravishes?

I long for your hug and kiss,
I want the wine that will bliss.
Let me cut the story short,
Please return, cause you I miss.

Don’t let go of the cup’s lips
Till you receive your worldly tips.
Bittersweet is the world’s cup
From lover’s lips and the cup sips.

Strait is the path? He means we must not roam?
Yes; but the strait path leads into a boundless home.

I godt Humeur kom Komus fra et Gilde:
Nu ogsaa jeg vil skabe en Poet
Som sagt, saa skeet,
Han havde neppe leet,
Saa fik vi — Rosenkilde.

Her Form og Tanke sødt hinanden møde,
Hvoraf blev Du vel skabt paa Jordens Kyst?
Af Vaarens friske Snee og Morgenrøde,
Og Engle aanded' Livet i Dit Bryst.