Henrik Ibsen

A BROTHER IN NEED

NOW, rallying once if ne’er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra’s bastion. Betrayed in danger’s hour, betrayed Before the stress of strife! Was this the

GONE

THE last, late guest To the gate we followed; Goodbye and the rest The night-wind swallowed. House, garden, street, Lay tenfold gloomy, Where accents sweet Had made music to me. It was but a

WITH A WATER-LILY

SEE, dear, what thy lover brings; ‘Tis the flower with the white wings. Buoyed upon the quiet stream In the spring it lay adream. Homelike to bestow this guest, Lodge it, dear one, in

BEETLING rock, with roar and smoke Break before my hammer-stroke! Deeper I must thrust and lower Till I hear the ring of ore. From the mountain’s unplumbed night, Deep amid the gold-veins bright, Diamonds

WILDFLOWERS AND HOTHOUSE-PLANTS

“GOOD Heavens, man, what a freak of taste! What blindness to form and feature! The girl’s no beauty, and might be placed As a hoydenish kind of creature.” No doubt it were more in

IN THE PICTURE GALLERY

WITH palette laden She sat, as I passed her, A dainty maiden Before an Old Master. What mountain-top is She bent upon? Ah, She neatly copies Murillo’s Madonna. But rapt and brimming The eyes’

TO THE SURVIVORS

NOW they sing the hero loud; But they sing him in his shroud. Torch he kindled for his land; On his brow ye set its brand. Taught by him to wield a glaive; Through

BURNT SHIPS

TO skies that were brighter Turned he his prows; To gods that were lighter Made he his vows. The snow-land’s mountains Sank in the deep; Sunnier fountains Lulled him to sleep. He burns his

MOUNTAIN LIFE

IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The welter of the cloud-waves grey Cuts off from keenest sight The glacier, looking out

THANKS

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