The Dove
I saw a dove fear-daunted,
By howling storm-blast driven;
Where waves their power vaunted,
From land it had been riven.
No cry nor moan it uttered,
I heard no plaint repeated;
In vain its pinions fluttered —
It had to sink, defeated.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, translated by Arthur Hubbell Palmer
Added by Dan Costinaş
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