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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351368" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the grave they bore him sleeping,<br> Him the aged, genial gardener;<br>Now the children gifts are heaping<br> From the flower-bed he made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the tree that he sat under,<br> And the garden gate is open,<br>While we cast a glance and wonder<br> Whether some one sits there still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is gone. A woman only<br> Wanders there with languid footsteps,<br>Clothed in black and now so lonely,<br> Where his laughter erst rang clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a child when past it going,<br> Through the fence she looked with longing,<br>Now great tears so freely flowing<br> Are her thanks that she came in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fairy-tales and thoughts high-soaring<br> Whispered to him 'neath the foliage.<br>She flits softly, gathering, storing<br> Them as solace for her woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far his wanderings once bore him,<br> Bore this aged, genial searcher;<br>One who listening sat before him<br> Much could learn from time to time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life and letters were his ladder<br> Up toward that which few discover,<br>Thought's wide realm, with vision gladder<br> He explored, each summit scaled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his manhood he defended<br> All that greatness has and beauty;<br>Later he the stars attended<br> In their silent course to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Older men remember rather<br>&quot;New Year!&quot; ringing o'er the Northland.<br>How it power had to gather<br> Leaders to a greater age</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you him remember leaping<br> Forth, his horn so gladly winding,<br>Back the mob on all sides sweeping<br> From the progress of the great?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Play of thought 'mid tears and laughter,<br> Fauns and children were about him;<br>Freedom's beacons high thereafter<br> Kindled slowly of themselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his words soon found a hearing,<br> Peace of heart flowed from his music;<br>All the land thrilled to the nearing<br> Of a great prophetic choir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">**</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his manhood he defended<br> All that greatness has and beauty;<br>Later he the stars attended<br> In their silent course to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Northern flowers were his pleasure,<br> As an aged genial gardener,<br>From his nation's springtime treasure<br> Culling seed for deathless growth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now with humor, now sedately,<br> He kept planting or uprooting,<br>While the Danish beech-tree stately<br> Gave his soul its evening peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the tree we saw him under,<br> And the garden gate is open,<br>While we cast a glance and wonder<br> Whether some one sits there still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q>
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