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(1915) Author: Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Translator: Arthur Hubbell Palmer With: Arthur Hubbell Palmer
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THE DOVE

THE MAIDENS’ SONG

(FROM HALTE HULDA)

Goop-morninc, sun, ’mid the leaves so green—
Mind of youth in the dales’ deep reaches,
Smile that brightens their somber speeches,

Heaven’s gold on our earth-dust seen!

Good-morning, sun, o’er the royal tower!
Kindly thou beckonest forth each maiden;
Kindle each heart as a star light-laden,

Twinkling so clear, though a sad night lower!

Good-morning, sun, o’er the mountain-side!
Light the land that still sleep disguises
Till it awakens and fresh arises

For yonder day in thy warmth’s full tide!

THE DOVE

(FROM HALTE HULDA)

I saw a dove fear-daunted,

By howling storm-blast driven;
Where waves their power vaunted,
From land it had been riven.
No cry nor moan it uttered,

I heard no plaint repeated;

In vain its pinions fluttered —
It had to sink, defeated.

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