As thou sittest there
Skerry-bound and fair,
Mountains high around and ocean's deep before thee,
On thee casts her spell
Ready with leaves and with buds stood the tree.
"Shall I take them?" the frost said, now puffing with glee.
"Oh my, no, let them stand,
Till flowers are at hand!"
Have you love for me,
Yours my love shall be,
While the days of life are flowing.
Short was summer's stay,
God, we thank Thee for the dower
Thou gavest Norway in his power,
Whom in the grave we now shall lay!
Have you heard what says the Swede now,
Young Norwegian man?
Have you seen what forms proceed now,
Border-watch to plan?
He gave heed to no Great Power
But the one that God we call.
Hastening on to death's high hour,
(In her lodgings)
To-day King Harald
Must hold his ting-peace;
Round us rolls the heather's sheen,
'Neath the falcon of our queen,
Of our queen.
Ever he would roam
Toward th' eternal home;
From the least life deep in ocean
To each gleam of stars in motion,