Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Sometimes HCA gets carried away!

The Swan’s Nest

Between the Baltic and the North Sea lies an old swan’s nest and it is called Denmark; in it swans were and are born whose names will never die.
In olden times a flock of swans flew here over the Alps down to the Milan’s green plains where it was a fine place to live – the flack of swans was called Lombards.
A second flight, with gleaming feathers and faithful eyes soared down towards Byzantium, placed itself round the Emperor’s throne there and spread out its large wings as shields to protect him. It was given the name Varangians.
From the coast of France a cry of fear could be heard for the bloody swans that with fire under their wings came from the North and which begged the people: ‘Deliver us from the wild Normans!’
On the meadow-fresh sward of England down by the open shore there stood the Danish swan with a triple crown on its head, it stretched out its golden sceptre over the land.
On the coasts of Pomerania the heathens bent the knee, and the Danish swans came with the flag of the cross and with drawn sword.
All that was in ancient times, you say.
Closer to our our time mighty swans have flown from the nest.
There was a gleam through the air, a gleam of the countries of the world, the swan scattered the dawning mist with the powerful beating of its wings, and the starry vault of the sky became more visible, it was as if it came closer to the earth – this was the swan Tycho Brahe.
‘Yes, back then!’ you say, ‘but in our own times!’ Then we saw swan fly with swan in a glorious great flight. One let is wing sweep over the golden harp’s strings and it sounded throughout the North, Norway’s mountains raised themselves higher in the light of the olden tmes; there was a sighing in pine and birch; the gods, heroes and noble women of the North stood out once more against the deep, dark forest floor.
We saw a swan beat with its wing against the marble rock, so that it broke and forms of beauty bound within the stone were revealed in broad daylight, and people in countries round the world craned their necks to see these mighty figures.
We saw a third swan spin threads of thought that are now linked from country to country round the world, so that words fly at lightning speed between them.
The Lord God holds dear the old swan’s nest between the Baltic and the North Sea. Let mighty birds seek to come through the air to tear it asunder: ‘This shall never be!’ Even the downless young form a circle on the edge of the nest, this we have seen, they hack their own breasts till the blood flows, they fight beak and claw.
Centuries will yet pass, swans fly from the nest, be seen and heard around the world before the time comes when in spirit and truth it can be said ‘this is the last swan, the last song from the swan’s nest!’

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