Copenhagen

T H E SURROUND INGS OF COPENHAGEN.

summ er n ig h t in D enm ark is not ano ther d a y , as is the case in Norway, w here the sun does no t seem to set at all, but to shine on , laugh ing to scorn m an ’s distinctions of time. A summ er n igh t by the Sound is bu t the day grow n dim ; it is as tho u g h a g ian t shade w ere placed in front of the sun ’s gian t lamp. E verything is bathed in a soo th ing half-light. Everything is visible, gardens, castles, and piers, — bu t seen as if behind a veil. T hen is the tim e to unloose a boat, row a few strokes w ith the w hite oars, from which the w ater d rop s like molten silver, and glide ou t over the Sound. All a round there is a dark lustre. On the w ater there is a strange light, as of day w aiting for the s u n ; over the w oods there is a quivering gleam , like the last flicker of d ep artin g day. See y o n d e r faint blush in the east, over the coast of Sweden; there too a gleam , like a fringe, breaks forth. It is the salute of the com ing day to the day th at is going. O f these summ er nights D enm ark’s poets have sung their m ost beautiful songs — song s which Danes hum when they are far from home. At the entrance to the Sound lies Kronborg with its casemates,

KRONBORG CASTLE

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