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A Picture
By Steen Steensen Blicher (17821848)
From Howitt’s ‘Literature of Northern Europe’
I
The storm-winds rushed o’er me in turbulence loud;
My head rested lone on the gray moorland stone;
My eyes wandered skyward from cloud unto cloud.
Far beyond cloud-track or tempest’s career;
At times I hummed songs, and the desolate waste
Was the first the sad chimes of my spirit to hear.
My fathers, yet there doth the wild heather bloom,
And amid the old cairns the lark buildeth her nest,
And sings in the desert, o’er hill-top and tomb.