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. Choice 3/31/2010
129. A Day Of Sunshine 1/1/2004

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A Day Of Sunshine

It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
I roved to the woods, on my back I lay,
In cradle of fancy rolled me;
But there were ants, and gnats that bite,
The horse-fly was keen, the wasp showed fight.

"Dear me, don't you want to be out in this fine
weather?" --said mother, who sat on the steps and sang.

It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
A meadow I found, on my back I lay,
And sang what my spirit told me;
Then snakes came crawling, a fathom long,
To bask in the sun,--I...

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The Mother's Song

Lord! Oh, hold in Thy hand my child,
Guard by the river its playing!
Send Thou Thy Spirit as comrade mild,
Lest it be lost in its straying!
Deep is the water and false the ground.
Lord, if His arms shall the child surround,
Drowned it shall not be, but living,
Till Thou salvation art giving.

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