<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thanks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HER griefs were the hours <br>When my struggle was sore,-- <br>Her joys were the powers <br>That the climber upbore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her home is the boundless <br>Free ocean that seems <br>To rock, calm and soundless, <br>My galleon of dreams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Half hers are the glancing <br>Creations that throng <br>With pageant and dancing <br>The ways of my song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My fires when they dwindle <br>Are lit from her brand; <br>Men see them rekindle <br>Nor guess by whose hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of thanks to requite her <br>No least thought is hers,-- <br>And therefore I write her, <br>Once, thanks in a verse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henrik+Johan+Ibsen">Henrik Johan Ibsen</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=408063" data-title="Thanks de Henrik Johan Ibsen" data-description="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 galleon of dreams. Half hers are the glancing Creat..."></div> </div> </div>

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