Henrik Johan Ibsen

(20 March 1828 – 23 May 1906 / Skien)

Henrik Johan Ibsen Poems

1. With A Water-Lily 4/16/2010
2. To The Survivors 4/16/2010
3. The Miner 1/1/2004
4. Gone 4/16/2010
5. A Brother In Need 4/16/2010
6. Wildflowers And Hot-House Plants 4/16/2010
7. In The Picture Gallery 1/1/2004
8. Burnt Ships 4/16/2010
9. Mountain Life 4/16/2010
10. Thanks 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Henrik Johan Ibsen


HER griefs were the hours
When my struggle was sore,--
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.

Her home is the boundless
Free ocean that seems
To rock, calm and soundless,
My galleon of dreams.

Half hers are the glancing
Creations that throng
With pageant and dancing
The ways of my song.

My fires when they dwindle
Are lit from her brand;
Men see them rekindle
Nor guess by whose hand.

Of thanks to requite her
No least thought is hers,--
And therefore I write her,
Once, thanks in a verse.

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