by Hans Christian Andersen (1805 - 1875)
Translation © by Mark DeGarmeaux

Løft mig kun bort, du stærke Død
Language: Danish (Dansk) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Løft mig kun bort, du stærke Død,
Til Aandens store Lande,
Jeg gik den Vej, som Gud mig bød,
Fremad, med oprejst Pande.

Alt, hvad jeg gav, Gud, det var dit,
Min Rigdom ej jeg vidste;
hvad jeg har øvet er kun lidt,
Jeg sang som Fugl paa Kviste.

Farvel, hver Rose frisk og rød,
Farvel, I mine Kjære!
Løft mig kun bort, du stærke Død,
skjøndt her er1 godt at være!

Hav Tak, o Gud, for hvad du gav,
Hav Tak for hvad der kommer!
Flyv, Død, henover Tidens Hav,
Bort til en evig Sommer.

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1 note: a typo in Cormontan's score reads "en"


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Theodora Cormontan (1840 - 1922), "Digterens sidste Sang", op. 1 (4 Sange for en Syngestemme med Piano) no. 3, published c1880 [voice and piano], Componistens Forlag. Kjöbenhavn, Wilhelm Hansen ; Stockholm, S. Levy ; Christiania, C. Warmuth [
     text verified 1 time
  • by Edvard Grieg (1843 - 1907), "En Digters sidste Sang", op. 18 (Romanser og sanger) no. 3 (1865-9), published 1869. [
     text not verified 

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Le dernier chant du poète", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Mark DeGarmeaux) , title 1: "The poet's last song", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 96

The poet's last song
Language: English  after the Danish (Dansk) 
Just lift me away, O strong death,
To the spirit's great lands! 
I walked the path that God bid me,
Forward, with raised forehead.

Everything that I gave, O God, it was yours,
My wealth I did not know!
What I have practiced, is only little, 
I sang like a bird on a limb!

Farewell, each rose, fresh and red,
Farewell, you, my dear ones!
Just lift me away, O strong Death,
Though it is good to be here!

Be thanked, O God, for what You gave,
Be thanked for what is coming!
Fly, O Death, across the sea of time,
Away to an eternal summer! 


  • Translation from Danish (Dansk) to English copyright © 2013 by Mark DeGarmeaux, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.

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This text was added to the website: 2013-09-06
Line count: 16
Word count: 106