Could I say what I think,
could I express my every hidden
and too-silent thought.
And bring my feelings, in perfection
wrought, to one unforced point of
living stress;
Could I breathe forth my soul,
could I confess the inmost secrets
to my nature brought;
I might be great, yet none to me
hath taught a language well to
figure my distress.
Yet day and night to me new
whispers bring, and night and day
from me old whispers take -
Oh for a word, one phrase in
which to fling.
All that I think and feel, and so
to wake the world; But I am dumb
and cannot sing, Dumb as yon
clouds before the thunders break.
Think...
Vi leser verdens visdomsbok
om tid og rum...
Og mange er blitt så kloke,
De tror at Gud er dum.
We read the world`s wisdom book
of time and room...
And many a one is so wise,
they believes that God is
stupid...
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