The Danish writer N.F.S. Grundtvig in lyrical mood

Midsummer Night at Frederiksborg

Cool winds sigh softly in moon’s dimmish light,

flower scent is wafting this midsummer’s night,

the grey castle, lake-bound on Hillerød island,

stands ancient and still, while birds softly trill

in fair groves with nightingales calling.

Cool winds sigh softly in moon’s dimmish light,

flower scent is wafting this midsummer’s night,

the warrior’s last embers in Denmark’s own Tempe*

find long yearned-for rest, with sleep he is blessed

like nightingale fledgling in hedgerow.

Cool winds sigh softly though old age now clings,

autumn’s scent wafts less than summer’s and spring’s,

but greater its power, with corn, blue-eyed flower

a harvest entire of spring’s keen desire

in fair groves with nightingales calling.
                                                                 (1844)

To see the original poem, go to here.

* Tempe - favourite haunt of Apollo and the Muses.
For use of this word by Keats and Shelley, go to here.