I adore Hans Christian Andersen's work. He's the creator of stories like "The Little Mermaid
" (no, it wasn't Disney
), "The Emperor's New Clothes
" (again no, it wasn't Disney
), "The Princess and the Pea
", "The Ugly Duckly
", and many, many more
I found this today at The Hans Christian Andersen Center
. I cried when I read it but thought it was so beautiful. Hans Christian Andersen was an incredibly gifted individual whose talent has yet to be challenged. Have a tissue ready.
The Dying Child
By Hans Christian Andersen.
Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;
Let me repose upon thy bosom sick;
But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,
Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.
Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;
But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;
I see the angel-children smiling gladly,
When from my weary eyes I shut out light.
Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!
Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord?
See how his white wings beautifully glisten?
Surely those wings were given him by the Lord!
Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me;
They are the flowers the angel scattereth.
Should I have also wings while life has bound me?
Or, mother, are they given alone in death?
Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going?
Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine?
Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing!
I will, dear mother, will be always thine!
Do not sigh thus – it marreth my reposing;
But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!
Ah, I am tired – my weary eyes are closing –
Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!