VI

Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt

Han drager paa nye & farlig Færd

Hans eeneste Sorrig være at han intet fandt

Som vaer een Taare værdt

Til han Medynk saae

I hendes øine, der alt Lius vaer tendt

Der al Glæde snart vaer endt

Slig een Pige hellig, vacker

Det brustne Blik flacker

Hun kiændte

Han viiger for bendes Blik

Med een smertelig Mystik

Fylder hende mod Hiærtenskiær

Med hendes Ild ligger sort & død

Ondskab qvalte hver een Glød

Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han

Men dend ha'r skabt een mæcktig Brand

Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab

Nyfødt bæres Maanen Frem

Ofver det Sind som her bleff røfved

Aff dend mørcke,

Magi paa hende øfved

Med rædde Skrit. mod ham -

Dybt berørt:

"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,

som bærer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,

Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,

Du næring for min Siæl, som dør;

Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, før

Ieg viiser Kiændsler som ieg hafvde Angst

For at nære før ieg bleff din Fangst"

On he hunts with sorrow none

For what hath passed is gone

His sole regret the absence

Of desires worthie his teares

Until he saw pitie in her eyne

Where all the light did shine

And soone all joie should die

Her glazed eyne did wander

A mayden pure in grandeur

Left alone & lost

From her eyne he retreats

Clad in mournfulle Mysterie

He takes her heart in his

But dark & dead is her light

Evil took her fire's breath

Her embers were by him devour'd

And inside of him a fire buildes

Of Hate & Love & Hope so sad

The Moone comes forth

Born anew above her Soule -

Stolen here by the dark,

Binding Magick of olde

Frighten'd she nears him,

And speakes:

Thou, messenger of the Devil,

Who brings fear into lovers' hearts,

Thou, elixir to the hatred of men

And air to my Soule, now dying;

Leave me not, O shadow,

Before I give myself away

To these long denied desires,

Thy gift to my dying heart