Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

The First Meeting - Poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

The first fond meeting holy
Is like the woodbirds' trilling,
Is like a sea-song thrilling,
When red the sun sinks slowly,-
Is like a horn on mountain,
That wakes time's sleep thereunder
And summons to life's fountain
To meet in nature's wonder.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010



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