FALK.
Men husk iaftes! Husk: Du går og lever;
berust i nuet intet mer du kræver, –
selv ej et middelmådigt haud til jul; –
du har jo fanget lykkens fagre fugl;
du har en følelse, som om du stod
med verdens rigdom drysset for din fod!
FALK.
Ah but--you ’only sit and live’--remember!
Drunk with the moment, you demand no more--
Not even a modest third-class next December.
You’ve caught the bird of Fortune fair and fleet,
You feel as if the world with all its store
Were scattered in profusion at your feet.
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