Here you will find the Poem Choice of poet Bjornstjerne Bjornson
April for me I choose! In it the old things tumble, In it things new refresh us; It makes a mighty rumble,- But peace is not so precious As that his will man shows. April for me I choose, Because it storms and scourges, Because it smiles and blesses, Because its power purges, Because it strength possesses,- In it the summer grows.
