Henrik Johan Ibsen - Thanks

Henrik Johan Ibsen - Thanks

HER griefs were the hours br When my struggle was sore,-- br Her joys were the powers br That the climber upbore. br br Her home is the boundless br Free ocean that seems br To rock, calm and soundless, br My galleon of dreams. br br Half hers are the glancing br Creations that throng br With pageant and dancing br The ways of my song. br br My fires when they dwindle br Are lit from her brand; br Men see them rekindle br Nor guess by whose hand. br br Of thanks to requite her br No least thought is hers,-- br And therefore I write her, br Once, thanks in a verse.


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