Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

121. From The Cantata For N. F. S. Grundtvig 3/31/2010
122. The Ocean 1/1/2004
123. At A Banquet Given To The Deputation Of The Swedish Riksdag To The Coronation, In Trondhjem, July 17 3/31/2010
124. Alone And Repentant 1/1/2004
125. Ballad Of Tailor Nils 1/1/2004
126. The Dove 1/1/2004
127. A Sigh 3/31/2010
128. A Day Of Sunshine 1/1/2004
129. Choice 3/31/2010

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April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,-
But peace is not so precious
As that his will man shows.

April for me I choose,
Because it storms and scourges,
Because it smiles and blesses,
Because its power purges,
Because it strength possesses,-

In it the summer grows.

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The Melody

The youth in the woods spent the whole day long,
The whole day long;
For there he had heard such a wonderful song,
Wonderful song.

Willow-wood gave him a flute so fair,
A flute so fair,--
To try, if within were the melody rare,
Melody rare.

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