Martsviolerne
Sig Himlen hvælver saa reen og klar,
Iisblomster fryse paa Rudens Glar.
I Solens Flamme saa smukt de staae,
En Yngling kommer og seer derpaa.
Men som han paa de Blomster seer,
To Pige-à?ine derude leer.
Saa skjønne Blomster han aldrig saae,
To Martsvioler saa smukke blaae.
Iisblomsten smelter ved Kindens Brand,
- Vor Herre hjelpe den unge Mand!
Hans Christian Andersen
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