Norway, Norway, <br />Rising in blue from the sea's gray and green, <br />Islands around like fledglings tender, <br />Fjord-tongues with slender, <br />Tapering tips in the silence seen. <br />Rivers, valleys, <br />Mate among mountains, wood-ridge and slope <br />Wandering follow. Where the wastes lighten, <br />Lake and plain brighten <br />Hallow a temple of peace and hope. <br />Norway, Norway, <br />Houses and huts, not castles grand, <br />Gentle or hard, <br />Thee we guard, thee we guard, <br />Thee, our future's fair land. <br /> <br />Norway, Norway, <br />Glistening heights where skis swiftly go, <br />Harbors with fishermen, salts, and craftsmen, <br />Rivers and raftsmen, <br />Herdsmen and horns and the glacier-glow. <br />Moors and meadows, <br />Runes in the woodlands, and wide-mown swaths, <br />Cities like flowers, streams that run dashing <br />Out to the flashing <br />White of the sea, where the fish-school froths. <br />Norway, Norway, <br />Houses and huts, not castles grand, <br />Gentle or hard, <br />Thee we guard, thee we guard, <br />Thee, our future's fair land.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/norway-norway/
