The Dove (From Halte Hulda)
By Bjrnstjerne Martinius Bjrnson
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.