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promontories to admire and reflect; water-sprites and
nixies make it their playground, and it soon grows
strong and beautiful. Up in the north it is friendly and
gay. You should see it on an early summer morning,
when it lies wide awake under its veil of mist,
to understand how happy it can seem.
It seems as if it would coquette with you at first,
so gently, so gradually does it creep out of its light
covering; and so enchantingly beautiful is it that
you hardly recognize it, till suddenly it flings its veil
aside and lies there naked and rosy, glittering in the
sunshine.
But the Löfven is not content with a life of pleasure
alone. It pushes its way through the sand-hills
on the south; it contracts to a narrow strait, and
seeks a new kingdom for itself. It soon finds one,
and here again grows strong and mighty; it falls
a bottomless depth, and adorns a cultivated landscape.
But now its waters grow darker, its shores are
less changeful, the winds are bleak, and the whole
character of the lake is more severe; yet it remains
ever proud and stately. Numbers of vessels and rafts
pass over its surface, and it is late before it can
go to its winter rest not until Christmas. It is
often in angry mood, and, turning white with sudden
fury, wrecks the sailing boats, but it can also lie
in dreamy quiet and reflect the sky.
But once again it longs to make its way into the
world, though the hills are pressing close around it;
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