Poems of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
|83.||The angels of sleep||3/31/2010|
|84.||The bier of precentor a. reitan||3/31/2010|
|85.||The blonde maiden||3/31/2010|
|87.||The child in our soul||3/31/2010|
|88.||The Day Of Sunshine||3/31/2010|
|90.||The first meeting||3/31/2010|
|91.||The Hare And The Fox||1/1/2004|
|92.||The land that shall be (dedicated to herman anker and m. anker on the||3/31/2010|
|93.||The Maiden On The Shore||3/31/2010|
|94.||The Maiden's Song||1/1/2004|
|97.||The Mother's Song||1/1/2004|
Our Country 1859
A land there is, lying near far-northern snow,
Where only the fissures life's springtime may know.
But surging, the sea tells of great deeds done,
And loved is the land as a mother by son.
What time we were little and sat on her knee,
She gave us her saga with pictures to see.
We read till our eyes opened wide and moist,
While nodding and smiling she mute rejoiced.