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Poems and Songs, by Bjornstjerne Bjornson |
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I PASSED BY THE HOUSE (See Note 40) |
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_ I passed by the house one summer day, Morning sunshine upon it lay; Toward the windows that blood-red burned Flaming my soul was turned, was turned. There spring had found me And captive bound me To lissome hands and soft lips enthralling, To smiles now stained by the teardrops falling. Till the view from my vision dies, Joyous that time and joyous now, |