TO skies that were brighter <br />Turned he his prows; <br />To gods that were lighter <br />Made he his vows. <br /> <br />The snow-land's mountains <br />Sank in the deep; <br />Sunnier fountains <br />Lulled him to sleep. <br /> <br />He burns his vessels, <br />The smoke flung forth <br />On blue cloud-trestles <br />A bridge to the north. <br /> <br />From the sun-warmed lowland <br />Each night that betides, <br />To the huts of the snow-land <br />A horseman rides.<br /><br />Henrik Johan Ibsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burnt-ships/
