Göteborgs Handels- och Sjöfartstidning – 21 september 1866, sida 2

, The song of the nightingale stirs the air, And the breath of the brier is blown! Come forth in thy beauty byond compare, TIl clasp thee elose, and Pl call thee fair, And Pil kiss off the dew from thy golden hair — Sleepest thou still mine own?