B.S. Ingemann: 'I Snee staaer Urt og Busk i Skjul'

I Snee staaer Urt og Busk i Skjul

 

I Snee staaer Urt og Busk i Skjul;

     Det er saa koldt derude;

Dog synger der en lille Fugl

     Paa Qvist ved frosne Rude.

 

Giv Tid, giv Tid! — den nynner glad

     Og ryster de Smaavinger —

Giv Tid! og hver en Qvist faaer Blad;

     Giv Tid! — hver Blomst udspringer.

 

Giv Tid! og Livets Træ bli’r grønt,

     Maa Frosten det end kue.

Giv Tid! og hvad du drømte skjønt,

     Du skal i Sandhed skue.

 

Giv Tid! og Aandens Vinterblund

     Skal flye for herlig Sommer;

Giv Tid og bie paa Herrens Stund!

     — Hans Skjønhedsrige kommer.

 

 

In snow each bush and plant stands blurred

 

In snow each bush and plant stands blurred,

     outside the cold is stinging,

yet on a branch a little bird

     by frozen pane is singing.

 

Soon time! soon time! – its glad song cleaves

     the air, its small wings shaking, –

soon time! each branch will sprout new leaves

     soon time! each flower be waking.

 

Soon time! and life's tree will turn green,

     though frost would fain subdue it,

soon time! and what was but a dream

     you shall as truth then view it.

 

Soon time! and spirit's winter sleep

     will flee at summer's glory,

soon time, God's promised hour He'll keep –

     His fair realm ends the story.