| VI. Wolf & Passion |
| | Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt On he hunts with sorrow none
Han drager paa nye & farlig Færd For what hath passed is gone
Hans eeneste Sorrig være at han intet fandt His sole regret the absence
Som vaer een Taare værdt Of desires worthie his teares
Til han Medynk saae Until he saw pitie in her eyne
I hendes øine, der alt Lius vaer tendt Where all the light did shine
Der al Glæde snart vaer endt And soone all joie should die
Slig een Pige hellig, vacker Her glazed eyne did wander
Det brustne Blik flacker A mayden pure in grandeur
Hun kiændte Haabet brast Left alone & lost
Han viiger for bendes Blik From her eyne he retreats
Med een smertelig Mystik Clad in mournfulle Mysterie
Fylder hende mod Hiærtenskiær He takes her heart in his
Med hendes Ild ligger sort & død But dark & dead is her light
Ondskab qvalte hver een Glød Evil took her fire's breath
Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han Her embers were by him devour'd
Men dend ha'r skabt een mæcktig Brand And inside of him a fire buildes
Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab Of Hate & Love & Hope so sad
Nyfødt bæres Maanen Frem The Moone comes forth
Ofver det Sind som her bleff røfved Born anew above her Soule -
Aff dend mørcke, Stolen here by the dark,
Magi paa hende øfved Binding Magick of olde
Med rædde Skrit. mod ham - Frighten'd she nears him,
Dybt berørt: And speakes:
"Du Diefvlens Sendebud, "Thou, messenger of the Devil,
som bærer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Who brings fear into lovers' hearts,
Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Thou, elixir to the hatred of men
Du næring for min Siæl, som dør; And air to my Soule, now dying;
Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, før Leave me not, O shadow,
Ieg viiser Kiændsler som ieg hafvde Angst Before I give myself away
For at nære før ieg bleff din Fangst" To these long denied desires, Thy gift to my dying heart"
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