H.C. Andersen digt<\/p>\n
\u00a0Romanze<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0(Skrevet paa Bregentved)<\/strong><\/p>\n I Aftensolens Straaler Skyen sv\u00f8mmer, H\u00f8r hist en Sangfugls bl\u00f8de, st\u00e6rke Trille! Dens Kilde: H.C. Andersens “Samlede Skrifter” Tolvte Bind.1879<\/p>\n Oversigt over\u00a0H.C. Andersen digte \u2013 Hans Christian Andersen poems<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" H.C. Andersen digt \u00a0Romanze \u00a0(Skrevet paa Bregentved) I Aftensolens Straaler Skyen sv\u00f8mmer, Taus l\u00e6ner jeg mig paa min Vandrestav; Saa underligt vemodigt Hjertet dr\u00f8mmer Som Svanen paa det store Verdenshav. En s\u00f8d Violduft fylder rundtom Luften, Og kj\u00e6re Minder gjennem Tanken gaae; Jeg gjennemstr\u00f8mmes selv af Blomsterduften, Jeg har ei Sorg, og dog jeg gr\u00e6de … L\u00e6s mere Romanze (Skrevet paa Bregentved)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":11027,"menu_order":25,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-11133","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11133","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11133"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11133\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73628,"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11133\/revisions\/73628"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11027"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11133"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTaus l\u00e6ner jeg mig paa min Vandrestav;
\nSaa underligt vemodigt Hjertet dr\u00f8mmer
\nSom Svanen paa det store Verdenshav.
\nEn s\u00f8d Violduft fylder rundtom Luften,
\nOg kj\u00e6re Minder gjennem Tanken gaae;
\nJeg gjennemstr\u00f8mmes selv af Blomsterduften,
\nJeg har ei Sorg, og dog jeg gr\u00e6de maa.<\/p>\n
\nSang er et melodisk Fadervor,
\nDer lyder hid fra Kirkegaardens Stille,
\nHvor Hyldetr\u00e6et over Graven groer;
\nDe sove der med Blomsten oven over,
\nPaa Himlen Nyet staaer i Rosenskj\u00e6r:
\nF\u00f8r atter Nyet t\u00e6ndes, der jeg sover
\nOg dr\u00f8mmer, hvad jeg aldrig dr\u00f8mte her.<\/p>\n