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| Andersen sketch of the Simplon pass |
Hen ad Bjerge, gjennem Bjerge,
Knap en Fod fra Afgrunds Randen
Flyver jeg i Banetoget
I den maaneklare Nat,
Gjennem lange, mørke Tunler,
I en sneekold, fugtig Luftning
Ud igjen, højt over Bjerge
Byer Dybt i Dalens mørke sat,
Lysene dernede blinke
Ovenover Lyser Himlen,
Nyet tændt og alle Stjerner
Seer jeg i min vilde Flugt,
Gjennem Bjerge, over Bjerge,
Som en Fugl jeg dristigt flyver,
Verden, Livet, Gud, det Hele,
Eventyr! Hvor smukt!
Now past mountains, now through mountains,
From the abyss edge scarce one foot
In the train I’m flying onwards
In the clear and moonlit night,
On through long and lightless tunnels,
In a snow-cold humid airing
Out once more, high over mountains
Towns in valleys deeply set,
From down there the lights are twinkling
Up above the skies are gleaming
Newly lit and stars all marshalled
In my wild flight this I see,
Through the mountains, over mountains,
Like a bird I’m boldly flying,
World and life and God – all present,
Fairy tale! Sublime!
From Andersen’s travel account, 1867
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