Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems
|122.||At A Banquet Given To The Deputation Of The Swedish Riksdag To The Coronation, In Trondhjem, July 17||3/31/2010|
|123.||From The Cantata For N. F. S. Grundtvig||3/31/2010|
|124.||Alone And Repentant||1/1/2004|
|125.||Ballad Of Tailor Nils||1/1/2004|
|129.||A Day Of Sunshine||1/1/2004|
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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.
Now little Nils Finn had away to go;
The skis were too loose at both heel and toe.
--"That's too bad!" rumbled yonder.
Then little Nils Finn in the snow set his feet:
"You ugliest troll, you shall never me cheat!"
--"Hee-ho-ha!" rumbled yonder.
Nils Finn with his staff beat the snow till it blew