Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)
Sin and Death, those sisters two,
Sat together while dawned the morning.
Sister, marry! Your house will do,
For me, too, was Death's warning.
Sin was wedded, and Death was pleased,
Danced about them the day they married;
Night came on, she the bridegroom seized,
And away with her carried.
Sin soon wakened alone to weep,
Death sat near in the dawn of morning:
Him you love, I love too and keep,
He is here, was Death's warning.
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