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No forsvinn eg inn i ei eksamensboble, og kjem ikkje ut før fredag ein gong etter at munnleg historieeksamen er ferdig. I mellomtida kan de lese vakre dikt, som til dømes William Blake (ein av mine favorittpoetar i den engelsktalande verda) sitt dikt "The Birds", eller de kan legge att spørsmål til spørsmålsrunda. Gjer gjerne begge deler.

The Birds

He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
O thou pride of every field!

She. Yonder stands a lonely tree,
There I live and mourn for thee;
Morning drinks my silent tear,
And evening winds my sorrow bear.

He. O thou summer's harmony,
I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee;
Each day I mourn along the wood,
And night hath heard my sorrows loud.

She. Dost thou truly long for me?
And am I thus sweet to thee?
Sorrow now is at an end,
O my Lover and my Friend!

He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly
To where my bower hangs on high;
Come, and make thy calm retreat
Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.

William Blake

Translation: Friday I will have my last exam, in history, and I will be quiet for a wee while. In the meantime, you should read some lovely poetry, for instance by William Blake. Or you could ask me some questions. Or do both.