Sixth Evening"I've been in Upsala," said the Moon: "I looked down upon
the great plain covered with coarse grass, and upon the barren
fields. I mirrored my face in the Tyris river, while the steamboat
drove the fish into the rushes. Beneath me floated the waves,
throwing long shadows on the so-called graves of Odin, Thor, and
Friga. In the scanty turf that covers the hill-side names have been
cut. There is no monument here, no memorial on which the traveller
can have his name carved, no rocky wall on whose surface he can get
it painted; so visitors have the turf cut away for that purpose.
The n***d earth peers through in the form of great letters and
names; these form a network over the whole hill. Here is an
immortality, which lasts till the fresh turf grows!
"Up on the hill s
