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I dende Nætters Nat Der hun hafvde besættende Glød, Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skiød, Hylder han hende med een Sang Dende Lidenskabens Hymne Vidner om det Baand Som nu invælder Natten in hand Aand Når Stjernerne varsler Grye Mod to-hornet Sølvmaanenye Oc Soelen stiiger frem Lig een Flamme, skiær & reen Som fra Faedres Offerbaal - Ustyrlig er da hans Sind! Skiænk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin, Du, Satans Soel, Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed Regiære, i kold, Ufattbar Mayestet ---------- Possesivelie She upon him shone Adorned with dimme stars In this Night of Nights He hailes Her with a song This hymne of Passion Reminding of the Bond Between him and the Night As they melt into one When dawn draws near And the Sunne ascendes Like a flame bright & pure From the bonfires of heretics Ecstatick, then, his Mind! Grant him thus Light anew, Thou, Sunne of Satan So that he shall reigne Through infinite In colde, inconceivable Majestie!