<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351440" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To aasmund olafsen vinje (sung at his wife's grave)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your house to guests has shelter lent,<br>While you with pen were seated.<br>In silent quest they came and went,<br>You saw them not, nor greeted.<br>But when now they<br>Were gone away,<br>Your babe without a mother lay,<br>And you had lost your helpmate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The home you built but yesterday<br>In death to-day is sinking,<br>And you stand sick and worn and gray<br>On ruins of your thinking.<br>Your way lay bare<br>Since child you were,<br>The shelter that you first could share<br>Was this that now is shattered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But know, the guests that to you came<br>In sorrow's waste will meet you;<br>Though shy you shrink, they still will claim<br>The right with love to treat you.<br>For where you go<br>To you they show<br>The world in radiant light aglow<br>Of great and wondrous visions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What once you saw, now passing o'er,<br>Will but be made the clearer;<br>It is the far eternal shore,<br>That on your way draws nearer.<br>Your poet-sight<br>Will see in light<br>All that the clouds have wrapped in night;-<br>Great doubts will find an answer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And later when you leave again<br>The waste of woe thought-pregnant,<br>Whom you have met shall teach us then.<br>Your pen in power regnant.<br>From sorrow's weal<br>With purer zeal,<br>Inspiring light, and pain's appeal<br>Shall shine your wondrous visions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351440" data-title="To aasmund olafsen vinje (sung at his wife's grave) de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="Your house to guests has shelter lent, While you with pen were seated. In silent quest they came and went, You saw them not, nor greeted. But when now they Were gone away, Your babe without a mother lay, And you had lost your helpmate. The home y..."></div> </div> </div>

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