Oktobervers

 

Her hvirvles i de gustne Blade
isønderrevet spredt afsted
det hele skjønne Digt, den glade
Skjærsommer fantaserte ned.
Det akkurat den Sværmer gik
som mig: han fik, han fik — Kritik.

 

Oktobervers av Henrik Wergeland er ukas dikt

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