My soul was like the sea. Before the moon was made, Moaning in vague immensity, Of its own strength afraid, Unresful and unstaid.

I would more natures were like thi… That never casts a glance before, Thou Hebe, who thy heart’s bright… So lavishly to all dost pour, That we who drink forget to pine,

God makes sech nights, all white a… Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an’ snow on field an’ hi… All silence an’ all glisten. Zekle crep’ up quite unbeknown

What were I, Love, if I were str… If thine eyes shut me out whereby… Thou, who unto my calmer soul dost… Knowledge, and Truth, and holy My… Wherein Truth mainly lies for tho…

O dwellers in the valley-land, Who in deep twilight grope and cow… Till the slow mountain’s dial-hand Shorten to noon’s triumphal hour, While ye sit idle, do ye think

May is a pious fraud of the almana… A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed wi… Or if, o’er-confident, she trust t… And, with her handful of anemones,

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free; If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? Are ye not base slaves indeed,

Where is the true man’s fatherland… Is it where he by chance is born? Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanne… Oh yes! his fatherland must be

My heart, I cannot still it, Nest that had song-birds in it; And when the last shall go, The dreary days to fill it, Instead of lark or linnet,

In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, ‘Take this rose,’ he sighed, 'and… Where there’s none that loveth me. On the rock the billow bursteth

They pass me by like shadows, crow… Dim ghosts of men that hover to an… Hugging their bodies round them, l… Wherein their souls were buried lo… They trampled on their youth, and…

God sends his teachers unto every… To every clime, and every race of… With revelations fitted to their g… And shape of mind, nor gives the r… Into the selfish rule of one sole…

True as the sun’s own work, but mo… It tells of love behind the artist… Of sweet companionships with earth… And summers stored, the sunshine o… What peace! Sure, ere you breathe…

Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, w… Mute as a cloud amid the stormy ha… And said: ‘O Skald, sing now an o… Such as our fathers heard who led… And, as the bravest on a shield is…

My coachman, in the moonlight ther… Looks through the sidelight of the… I hear him with his brethren swear… As I could do—but only more. Flattening his nose against the pa…