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- 1872
- FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
- THE SUNBEAM AND THE CAPTIVE
- by Hans Christian Andersen
-
- IT is autumn. We stand on the ramparts, and look out over the sea.
- We look at the numerous ships, and at the Swedish coast on the
- opposite side of the sound, rising far above the surface of the waters
- which mirror the glow of the evening sky. Behind us the wood is
- sharply defined; mighty trees surround us, and the yellow leaves
- flutter down from the branches. Below, at the foot of the wall, stands
- a gloomy looking building enclosed in palisades. The space between
- is dark and narrow, but still more dismal must it be behind the iron
- gratings in the wall which cover the narrow loopholes or windows,
- for in these dungeons the most depraved of the criminals are confined.
- A ray of the setting sun shoots into the bare cells of one of the
- captives, for God's sun shines upon the evil and the good. The
- hardened criminal casts an impatient look at the bright ray. Then a
- little bird flies towards the grating, for birds twitter to the just
- as well as to the unjust. He only cries, "Tweet, tweet," and then
- perches himself near the grating, flutters his wings, pecks a
- feather from one of them, puffs himself out, and sets his feathers
- on end round his breast and throat. The bad, chained man looks at him,
- and a more gentle expression comes into his hard face. In his breast
- there rises a thought which he himself cannot rightly analyze, but the
- thought has some connection with the sunbeam, with the bird, and
- with the scent of violets, which grow luxuriantly in spring at the
- foot of the wall. Then there comes the sound of the hunter's horn,
- merry and full. The little bird starts, and flies away, the sunbeam
- gradually vanishes, and again there is darkness in the room and in the
- heart of that bad man. Still the sun has shone into that heart, and
- the twittering of the bird has touched it.
- Sound on, ye glorious strains of the hunter's horn; continue
- your stirring tones, for the evening is mild, and the surface of the
- sea, heaving slowly and calmly, is smooth as a mirror.
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- THE END
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