Aften
Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned,
Sol gaar ned paa Heden,
Dyr gaar hjem fra Dagens Béd,
Storken staar i Reden.
Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned.
Tavshed over Hedesti
og langs Veje krumme.
En forsinket Humlebi
ene høres brumme.
Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned.
Viben slaar et enligt Slag
over Mosedammen,
før den under Frytlens Tag
folder Vingen sammen.
Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned.
Fjerne Ruder østerpaa
blusser op i Gløden,
Hededamme bittesmaa
spejler Aftenrøden.
Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned!
Evening
Still, my heart, now sets the sun,
While the moor is resting,
Herds now homeward are begun,
And the stork is nesting.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun.
O’er the moor-path silence falls
As on roads so winding.
A late bumblebee is all
Keenest ears are finding.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun.
Briefly now the lapwing flies
O’er the bog-pond’s blushes,
Ere it folds its wings and lies
’Neath a roof of rushes.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun.
Eastern window-panes afar
Flare up in the gloaming,
Moorland ponds like tiny stars
Catch the sunset’s homing.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun!
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