Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

A Sigh - Poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

Evening sunshine never
Solace to my window bears,
Morning sunshine elsewhere fares;-
Here are shadows ever.

Sunshine freely falling,
Wilt thou not my chamber find?
Here some rays would reach a mind,
'Mid the dark appalling.

Morning sunshine's gladness,
Oh, thou art my childhood bright;
While
thou
playest pure and white,

I
would weep in sadness.

Evening sunshine's whiling,
Oh, thou art the wise man's rest;-
Farther on! Then from the west
Greet my window smiling!

Morning sunshine's singing,
Oh, thou art the fantasy
That the sun-glad world lifts free,
Past my powers' winging.

Evening sunshine's quiet,
Thou art more than wisdom's rest,
Christian faith glows in thee blest:
Calm my soul's wild riot!


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  • Gold Star - 22,327 Points * Sunprincess * (5/6/2014 9:03:00 AM)

    .............such a lovely poem....truly enjoyed reading.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010



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