The famous Henrik Ibsen lived in Bergen for a while. Here are a couple of poems he wrote about Bergen:
¤Outing to Ulrikken¤
15th May 1853
1
Travel Sketches (Mel: The Sinclair Song)
A lovely morning in “summer's gown”,
Birds sat in the trees and chattered, —
Then out streamed a party that left the town
And off across country scattered.
But Ulrikken lay like a giant's shield
Turned stone by the day's bright mocking;
A mermaid, foul troll, bade us heed concealed
Haphazards to boot-sole and stocking.
A full-o`-fun party, for such it soon grew,
We wandered for hours, three running, —
And finally Følgefonn hove into view, —
I'll not try to hide the punning!
Up top, away over beck and scree,
The crowd of us set to wander;
And here, to the dwarfs' dismay, must be
Where giants swapped blows, a bit yonder.
Our gaze and our thoughts are like birds of prey,
The world is the scene they quarter, —
Their flight took them soaring where snow-fields lay,
They swooped on the woods and the water.
Like swans when they yearn for the southern shore
As high above cloud they go streaming,
Thus joyful our yearning spread wing to explore,
Thus sped for the Spring it was dreaming.
And when at long last we arrived back home,
With pride we could state our conclusion:
There's infantry-stuff amongst those that roam
In Ulrikken-fell's seclusion.
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