Thi Vinteren fører stedsvarende Mørk, Indfalder i Landet som idelig Ørk, U-endelig Nætter tilhaabe; Imeden har Bnden ey synderlig Kaar,I Mørk hand sig lægger, i Mørk han opstaar, En Nat til den anden mon raabe.

-Petter Dass

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