Question and answer - Björnstjerne Björnson

The Child 
Father! Within the forest's bound 
No bird I found, 
No sound of song the woods around. 

The Bells - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

Alone all night I watched the stars 
        through the opening in my Cave, 
And the springing rays of the Northern 
        Light came as welcome guests to 
        my door, 

Know'st Thou The Way - Theodor Kjerulf

O littel bird! know'st thou the way

Which is unknown to me?

How swift thou flewest at break of day,

With heart all full of glee!

The Poem of the Universe - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

In my soul is the Light and the Life and the Word.

I am the pilgrim and the path and the goal.

The death of Hacon - Eyvindr skáldaspillir

Gondul and Skogul swiftly flew,

To chuse from Yngva’s boasted blood

What king should wend, with heroes slain.

To dwell in Odin’s rich abode.

The Battle of Hafur's Bay - Hornklofi

Loud in Hafur’s echoing bay 

Heard ye the battle fiercely bray, 

’Twixt Kiotva rich, and Harald bold! 

Eastward sail the ships of war; 

The graven bucklers gleans afar,  

And monsterous heads adorn the prows of gold. 

A Bird Ballad - Henrik Johan Ibsen

One lovely day in springtime

We paced the avenue; 

As some dark riddle draws one

The place forbidden drew.

Master or Slave - Björnstjerne Björnson

Lo, this land that lifts around it

Threatening peaks, while stern seas bound it,

With cold winters, summers bleak,

Twilight - Hanne Bramness

I would

                lift up my eyes

            see the evening

sink down into the light

Open water! - Björnstjerne Björnson

Open water, open water!

All the weary winter's yearning

Bursts in restless passion burning.

Scarce is seen the blue of ocean,

And the hours seem months in motion.

The Advent candles - Inger Hagerup

Then we light a candle tonight,

we light it for joy.

It stands shining by itself

and for us who are present..

Then we light a candle tonight,

we light it for joy.

St. Olaf’s Fountain - Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen

Like a ball of blood-red fire

Sinks the sun o’er forests sleeping,

Wondrously in splendor steeping

Glaciers far with cloud-capt spire.

Wildflowers and Hothouse-plants - Henrik Johan Ibsen

"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."

Only a bird - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

I am not God nor His messenger—
I am only a singing bird.

The Tree - Björnstjerne Björnson

The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;
"Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
"No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,"
Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown.

The Princess - Björnstjerne Björnson

The princess sat lone in her maiden bower,
The lad blew his horn at the foot of the tower.
“Why playest thou alway? Be silent, I pray,
It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away,
          As the sun goes down.”

Realization - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

I will keep the fire of hope ever burning on the altar of my soul,
I will feed it by day and by night with the fuel of industry and the oblation of thought,
Like a spring plant the great purpose is growing in the garden of my heart;

Know ye not Ivar Sir Alfsön? - Sigrid Undset

Fair goes the dance at Munkolm
   On silver sand.
There danceth Ivar Sir Alfsön —
   Holds the Queen’s own hand.
      Know ye not Ivar Sir Alfsön?

It's the Dream - Olav H. Hauge

It’s the dream we carry in secret
that something miraculous will happen,

Sand - Rolf Jacobsen

There is a precise total for all the grains of sand on earth,
as well as for the starry worlds above our heads