Treasure Island

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Choice


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010

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  • * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 9:55:00 AM)

    ..............a beautiful write....I feel you made the best choice....and definitely my favourite.....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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