BLANKA.
Javisst, min faders.–
Det var en skyfuld aften, da de stormed
mod borgeporten, trængte gennem muren,
brød ind i gården, myrdede for fode.
Jeg flygted angstfuld ud i nattens mulm,
og søgte mig et skjulested i skoven.
Jeg så vort hjem at hvirvles op i flammer,
Jeg hørte skjoldebrag og bange dødsskrig. –
Tilsidst blev alting tyst; thi alt var myrdet. –
Den vilde skare drog mod stranden ned
og sejled bort. – Den næste morgen sad jeg
på klippen ved de rygende ruiner.
Jeg var den eneste, de havde skånet.
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My father’s, yes.--
It was a cloudy evening when they burst
Upon the castle gate, tore through the wall,
Rushed in the court, and murdered right and left.
I fled into the darkness terrified,
And sought a place of refuge in the forest.
I saw our home go whirling up in flames,
I heard the clang of shields, the cries of death.--
Then everything grew still; for all were dead.--
The savage band proceeded to the shore
And sailed away.--I sat upon the cliff
The morning after, near the smouldering ruins.
I was the only one whom they had spared.
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