BURNT SHIPS
by: Henrik Ibsen
- O skies that were brighter
- Turned he his prows;
- To gods that were lighter
- Made he his vows.
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- The snow-land's mountains
- Sank in the deep;
- Sunnier fountains
- Lulled him to sleep.
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- He burns his vessels,
- The smoke flung forth
- On blue cloud-trestles
- A bridge to the north.
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- From the sun-warmed lowland
- Each night that betides,
- To the huts of the snow-land
- A horseman rides.
'Burnt Ships' was originally written
in 1871. This English translation is reprinted from Lyrics
& Poems from Ibsen. Trans. Fydell Edmund Garrett. New
York: E.P. Dutton & Co., 1912. |
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