{"id":210,"date":"2013-10-24T18:25:38","date_gmt":"2013-10-24T18:25:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.norn.is\/birta\/?p=210"},"modified":"2019-12-27T18:22:44","modified_gmt":"2019-12-27T18:22:44","slug":"lenti-i-bellman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.norn.is\/birta\/lenti-i-bellman\/","title":{"rendered":"Lenti \u00ed Bellman"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Ef \u00e1 anna\u00f0 bor\u00f0 er h\u00e6gt a\u00f0 hugsa s\u00e9r f\u00e1n\u00fdtari d\u00e6gradv\u00f6l en lj\u00f3\u00f0ager\u00f0, \u00fe\u00e1 eru lj\u00f3\u00f0a\u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ingar \u00fea\u00f0 fyrsta sem m\u00e9r kemur \u00ed hug. Og a\u00f0 velja \u00ed \u00feokkab\u00f3t meira en 200 \u00e1ra gamlan kve\u00f0skap vi\u00f0 t\u00f3nlist sem f\u00e1ir geta sungi\u00f0, \u00fea\u00f0 er n\u00e1tt\u00farulega bilun. \u00a0\u00c1 hinn b\u00f3ginn er skynsemi ofmetin. Og Bellman yndi. Sem \u00e9g elska \u00fear til \u00e9g fer a\u00f0 reyna a\u00f0 \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0a hann, \u00fe\u00e1 hata \u00e9g hann \u00ed sm\u00e1stund. Elska hann svo aftur.<\/p>\n

H\u00e9r fyrir ne\u00f0an er \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ing m\u00edn \u00e1\u00a0Glimmande nymf<\/a><\/em>. Ne\u00f0st \u00ed f\u00e6rslunni er lagi\u00f0 \u00ed flutningi hins st\u00f3rkostlega Freds \u00c5kerstr\u00f6m.<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a>Litfr\u00ed\u00f0a m\u00e6r, leiftrandi auga
\n\u00feitt lofnarbl\u00f3m gr\u00e6r, vi\u00f0 t\u00edrunnar bauga.
\n\u00dear, bak vi\u00f0 sparl\u00f6k bl\u00e1
\nsem b\u00f3lstrask\u00fdin h\u00e1
\ner breidd \u00fe\u00edn hv\u00edta rekkjuvo\u00f0.
\nBr\u00e1tt skal bl\u00f3ta svefnsins go\u00f0.<\/p>\n

Hur\u00f0in er l\u00e6st, hangir \u00e1 nagla
\nh\u00e1rkolla gl\u00e6st, me\u00f0 fl\u00e9ttu\u00f0u tagli.
\nN\u00e1tth\u00fafan fast er hn\u00fdtt
\nh\u00fan felur h\u00e1ri\u00f0 s\u00edtt.
\nOg \u00fat er brunni\u00f0 kerti\u00f0 hv\u00edtt.
\nSofna v\u00e6rt vi\u00f0 s\u00f6nglag \u00fe\u00fdtt.<\/p>\n

Mi\u00f0\u00f3ttan bl\u00e1. B\u00edb\u00ed og blaka,
\nb\u00f3kfinkan sm\u00e1, h\u00e6tt er a\u00f0 kvaka.
\nS\u00f3lin er hnigin,
\nhnaukar upp sk\u00fdin.
\n\u00deagnar foldin; fri\u00f0arstund.
\nFreyju vil \u00e9g halda \u00e1 fund.<\/p>\n

\"LouisMarinBonnetWithoutFrame11\"<\/p>\n

\u00d6skrandi gn\u00fdr, \u00farhelli og \u00feundur
\neldingin sker hvolfi\u00f0 \u00ed sundur.
\nEn purpura hj\u00fapu\u00f0
\n\u00ed himnanna dj\u00fapi,
\ner lj\u00f3sbraut gylltu og gr\u00e6nu rennd.
\nJ\u00f6r\u00f0 var \u00e1r af J\u00f6fri kennd.<\/p>\n

Sofna \u00fe\u00fa d\u00eds, vi\u00f0 draumanna g\u00edgju.
\nD\u00fdr\u00f0leg uns r\u00eds, s\u00f3lin a\u00f0 n\u00fdju.
\nOg h\u00e1lsinn \u00fe\u00fa reigir
\nog hendurnar teygir
\na\u00f0 vatnskr\u00fas minni og vinarh\u00f6nd.
\nV\u00edg\u00f0 eru okkar \u00e1starb\u00f6nd.<\/p>\n

Dau\u00f0a ertu n\u00e6r! Drottinn, h\u00fan b\u00e6rist;
\n\u00ed dau\u00f0anum t\u00e6r l\u00edfsorkan hr\u00e6rist.
\nVart bifast hjarta\u00f0 hlj\u00f3tt,
\nsamt blundar auga\u00f0 r\u00f3tt.
\nG\u00edgjan \u00feagnar, g\u00f3\u00f0a n\u00f3tt!
\nG\u00edgjan \u00feegir, g\u00f3\u00f0a n\u00f3tt!<\/p>\n

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Og h\u00e9r er upprunalega kv\u00e6\u00f0i\u00f0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Glimmande Nymph! blixtrande \u00f6ga!
\nSv\u00e4fvande Hamn p\u00e5 bolstrarna h\u00f6ga!
\nMenl\u00f6sa styrka! Kom, kom nu at dyrka
\nVid et smalt och utsl\u00e4ckt ljus,
\nS\u00f6mnens Gud, v\u00e5r Morpheus<\/p>\n

Luckan ren st\u00e4ngd, Porten tilsluten
\nNatthufvan ren din hj\u00e4ssa kringknuten
\nRen Norstr\u00f6ms Pisk-peruk
\nDen h\u00e4nger p\u00e5 sin spik
\nSof, somna in vid min Musik.<\/p>\n

Bofinken nyss, nyss, Caisa Lisa
\nSlumrande sl\u00f6t sin qvittrande visa;
\nSolen nyss slocknat, Och F\u00e4stet har tjocknat,
\nEnslighetens tystnad r\u00e5r;
\nJag til Fr\u00f6jas dyrkan g\u00e5r<\/p>\n

Regnet ned\u00f6st i bullrande l\u00e5ga
\nHv\u00e4lfver i skyn sin brandgula b\u00e5ga
\nSom randas lugnt och sk\u00f6nt
\nAf purpur guld och gr\u00f6nt
\nSen jorden Jofurs \u00e5ska r\u00f6nt.<\/p>\n

Somna min Nymph! dr\u00f6m om min Lyra
\nTil dess v\u00e5r Sol g\u00e5r opp klockan fyra
\nOch du dig str\u00e4cker
\nOch armarna r\u00e4cker
\nTil min kanna och min famn
\nEldad af mit blod och namn.<\/p>\n

Caisa du d\u00f6r, Himmel! hon andas;
\nD\u00f6den ger lif och k\u00e4rlek bortblandas
\nMen fast din puls sl\u00e5r matt
\nS\u00e5 blundar \u00f6gat gladt
\nH\u00e5ll med Fioln; god natt! god natt!<\/p>\n