Here you will find the Poem Olaf trygvason of poet Bjornstjerne Bjornson
Broad the sails o'er the North Sea go; High on deck in the morning glow Erling Skjalgsson from Sole Scans all the sea toward Denmark: 'Cometh never Olaf Trygvason?' Six and fifty the ships are there, Sails are let down, toward Denmark stare Sun-reddened men;-then murmur: 'Where is the great Long Serpent? Cometh never Olaf Trygvason?' When the sun in the second dawn Cloudward rising no mast had drawn, Grew to a storm their clamor: 'Where is the great Long Serpent? Cometh never Olaf Trygvason?' Silent, silent that moment bound, Stood they all; for from ocean's ground Sighed round the fleet a muffled: 'Taken the great Long Serpent, Fallen is Olaf Trygvason.' Ever since, through so many a year, Norway's ships must beside them hear, Clearest in nights of moonshine: 'Taken the great Long Serpent, Fallen is Olaf Trygvason.'