Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

I honor you, who, though refused, affronted,
Have heard the voice, and victory have won;
I honor you, who still by malice hunted,
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Mood of youth,
Mood of youth,
Eagle-like must seek the blue,
Dauntlessly its course pursue,
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Sin and Death, those sisters two,
Two, two,
Sat together while dawned the morning.
Sister, marry! Your house will do,
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Young men and women, strong and sound,
Adorn with beautiful excess
Of play and song and flower-dress
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I went to a school that was little and proper,
Both for church and for state a conventional hopper,
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List to the forest-voice murmuring low:
All that it saw when alone with its laughter,
All that it suffered in times that came after,
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Have thanks for all from our childhood's day,
Our play together in woodland roaming.
I thought that play would go on for aye,
Though life should pass to its gloaming.
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High memories with power
Shine through the wintry North
On every peak's white tower,
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Here hast thou before thee that constellation
Whereunder was born thy light;
These stars in the vault of high thoughts' mutation
Will fashion thy life with might.
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When Norse nature's dower
Tones will paint with power,
There is more than mountain-heights that tower,-
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