Before you, silently I sway.
I feel so anxious when you’re near me,
In vain, I cast a glance your way:
I’m sure that I will never say,
What I’m imagining so freely.
When troubles arise, my friend, lift thine eyes
To that Being who died on the cross!-
Rest assured of this: the Mansions of Bliss
Ne'er were reached without some seeming loss!
Sing, gentle maid -- reform my breast,
And soften all my care;
Thus may I be some moments blest,
And easy in despair.
The pow'r of Orpheus lives in you;
You can the passions of my soul subdue,
And tame the lions and the tigers there.
Tjen ærlig, vel og tro
Thi Troskab er din Ziir;
Utroskab lønnes jo
Med Pas paa graat Papir.
Efter ærter
Kommer Fj.....,
Det er en naturlig Ting;
Men, naar Ærter
Er fortærte,
Fare de i Doktor Bing.
My sun went down at noon to-day,
O Sorrow!
For in thine eyes
My sun doth rise;
Then, Love, I pray,
Bring back to-day,
Or make it soon to-morrow.
Whatever else I see, I still see thee,
I shut my eyes to see nought else but thee.
ON GIVING A FRIEND A CROSS.
We should each other's crosses help to bear,
Yet I, dear friend, lay this upon your breast:
Would Heaven, indulgent, hear my heartfelt prayer,
No heavier one should ever on it rest.
If I miscount the hours, blame Love, not me,
Who makes the time when you are near me, seem
Short as the vision of a vanishing dream,
When you are far—long as eternity.
When from your gems of thought I turn
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high —
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.
