Behold, this Dreamer Cometh!

Behold, this Dreamer cometh! (they said:)
Turning toward us his downcast head.

On lonely paths he wanders far;
He is not as we others are.

He dreams that — curse his lying dream! —
Sun, moon, and stars all bow to him.

He is our father's dearest son:
Come, let us slay him and have done!
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Gustaf Fr├Âding
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