The Poetry Corner

Good-Morning (From The Fisher Maiden)

By Bjrnstjerne Martinius Bjrnson

Day's coming up now, joy's returned, Sorrow's dark cloud-castles captured and burned; Over the mountain-tops glowing Light-king his armies is throwing. "Up now, up now!" calls the bird, "Up now, up now!" child-voice heard, Up now my hope in sunshine. "