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Created on 2018-03-07 11:34:07 (#3364493), last updated 2018-03-08 (371 weeks ago)
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Name: | Näcken |
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Golden clouds of the eve encircles the firmament
All the fairies of the meadows now dance,
and the Neck is crowned with leaves
his fiddle plays in the silvery creek
A small lad among the willows of the shore
in the mist of the violin repose,
the sound he hears from the water of the well,
then into the silent night he yells:
“Poor old man! Why do you play?
Might it dispense you of your pains?
Freely the woods and fields you may animate,
but never alas God’s child remain!
The moonlit nights of paradise,
Eden’s plains are crowned with flowers,
the angels of light up on high -
never you shall see with thine own eye.”
Tears now wash the old man’s face
down he dives into his waves
Silent now is the fiddle. The Neck leaves
never to play again in the silvery creek.
E.J. Stagnelius
mythology, svenskarna och deras hövdingar, the swedes and their chieftains



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